02-11-2008, 09:18 AM
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| Tamerlane had been here a few times before, intrigued by the history of this desolate area, and interested in how remnants of beauty were so powerful, almost brutal, in the area. But only once had he stopped here for a good while, sitting in the graveyard and observing the scene, soon by his side a strapping blond male with satisfied philosophies and over-romanticised words. Tamerlane was not put off by arrogance; he found it intriguing and, in the supple, handsome body of the stranger with whom he had talked, alluring. He had never followed up this interest, though; he returned here now to visit the inside of the Episcopal. The weather outside was perfect for what the dishevelled but sacred inside had to offer. The drawling Winter light sat at a delicate glow, piercing the windows that Tamerlane calmly admired as he walked silently down an aisle. It was no surprise to him that someone else was also sight-seeing: a pre-pubescent but standoffishly good-looking boy with a smile to the colours. Almost ethereal, isn't it, he commented quietly. |