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Post by PiER on Feb 3, 2008 18:10:35 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Decorum
For one blessed night they forewent propriety, turned their back on danger, and embraced love.
“Minerva,” said Albus, voice barely above a whisper. “Never again –”
“Listen,” she interrupted, fingers to his lips. “It’s almost dawn.”
A solitary bird had begun to chirrup high in the oaks. And the sky was indeed beginning to lighten with the first pale grey of the morning.
Outside, Fang began a terrible howling that went on and on, echoing through the woods, and over the water, and up into the wide pink and orange dazzling blue of the sky as dawn turned to day.
A/N: Brilliant challenge! Though maybe my response just works in my twisted mind…
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Post by Orion's Guard on Feb 4, 2008 11:59:46 GMT -5
This one I really like, because it's more real. As much as I enjoy, and mostly write myself, happy little "always together" stories, I appreciate the realistic ones even more. It's likely that the two of them would come together on night on need alone, and not be able to have a sustainable relationship.
Nice work.
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Post by minerva62 on Feb 4, 2008 13:29:06 GMT -5
“Minerva,” said Albus, voice barely above a whisper. “Never again –” I wonder what Albus was going to say. And I wonder why Fang is howling. Interesting response.
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