09-30-2008, 01:29 PM
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Table by Tammi!
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Late to the extreme. D: Sorry.
With that unexplained, unhesitating fairytale timing, Poe rose up in the sea of billowing crinoline, and stretched a hand out to the golden knight's cheek to pull her muzzle to the other side of his. Only small, lingering kiss was left there before she lifted herself with a broken ballerina's lazy-legged grace and began for the ladder that had taken her into these beautifully bizarre depths. There was no goodbye, no request for a later or again, nor any hint to the future. All in the same fashion that had consumed their bodies moments earlier, and that which she had become peculiarly familiar with and trusting in over her years.That betrayed her in the secret home that she would soon return to when Anslem's warmth had been stolen by the barren streets. At the bottom of the stairs, Poe turned again to look at Anslem and, like a last sip of a warm drink, she waved a single dark hand and crinkled her eyes in a smile before creeping out of the distorted sanctuary.
In a tower of steel Nature forges a deal To raise wonderful hell
Her breath moved and sounded like a wave to her, rolling in and pouring into the deepest nooks and crannies of her lungs, then slowly flowing back out from top to bottom. It was soothing in the warm wake of a physical thrill, and quite possibly could have put her to sleep next to the mystery magic man with the fairy dust and strong arms. But when her eyes tested this reverie, a cinnamon sheen began to trickle over her view, leaving a tint even when her eyes opened and searched the broken ceiling and sky. The ghost remained, but she soon found that the living glowed despite. Gloriously golden and seemingly at peace, his touch carried words that neither of them spoke, but cradled contently between each other. They had shared something unique for all that they had not shared. A dark little Cinderella story that was striking twelve now, with the too-real ghosts coming to take her slippers and coach.With that unexplained, unhesitating fairytale timing, Poe rose up in the sea of billowing crinoline, and stretched a hand out to the golden knight's cheek to pull her muzzle to the other side of his. Only small, lingering kiss was left there before she lifted herself with a broken ballerina's lazy-legged grace and began for the ladder that had taken her into these beautifully bizarre depths. There was no goodbye, no request for a later or again, nor any hint to the future. All in the same fashion that had consumed their bodies moments earlier, and that which she had become peculiarly familiar with and trusting in over her years.That betrayed her in the secret home that she would soon return to when Anslem's warmth had been stolen by the barren streets. At the bottom of the stairs, Poe turned again to look at Anslem and, like a last sip of a warm drink, she waved a single dark hand and crinkled her eyes in a smile before creeping out of the distorted sanctuary.
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