08-04-2008, 05:29 PM
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Table by Tammi!
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Niiice avatar. :O
They exchanged smiles immediately, and Poe decided on the spot that she liked this girl. Her coyote features were delicate and demanding of careful attention at the same time, even under the almost bashful gaze. "That was beautiful," she said in place of a greeting, attention still stolen by the sight and sound in place of manners and formalities.
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
Poe followed the tune, and with it, the nimble, fine-fingered dance of the coyote's hand across the neck of her instrument. Since Jeck, so long ago, Poe had been deeply charmed, nearly hypnotized by the sight and sound of a stringed instrument being played. The way that a musician could get so wrapped up, with their whole body supporting and following the movement of knowing fingers and hands as they sounded out a universal language. That boy, two summers back, had taught her how to do it herself, and while she couldn't compare to his own skill (or this enveloped lady before her), she held her own and appreciated what it could tell her body. More than anything, it made had made her want to dance. Had she not of been so captivated by the fingers that played this growing melody, she might have done just that now, but it held her attention up to the very last, strong strum.I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
They exchanged smiles immediately, and Poe decided on the spot that she liked this girl. Her coyote features were delicate and demanding of careful attention at the same time, even under the almost bashful gaze. "That was beautiful," she said in place of a greeting, attention still stolen by the sight and sound in place of manners and formalities.
oh, no don't close your eyes