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Post by MinnieQuill on Jan 22, 2007 0:49:26 GMT -5
Lavender Summary:- Albus returns to Minerva after defeating Grindlewald.The lavender swayed gently in the gentle breeze of spring. Sunlight filtered through the strands of ivy that covered the window. The rays fell upon the face of a young woman, whose attention was focused on the dirt road ahead of her. The gentle beauty of her surroundings was lost on the girl as she stared resolutely before her. Her hands moved automatically as she washed away the remains of the meager breakfast she had eaten, the repetitive action soothing in its sheer monotony. A loose strand of long, midnight black hair fell across the smoothly descending forehead and into heavily-lidded eyes. She blinked furiously and rested the white plate she had been washing onto the bench, and tucked the strand behind her ear. Still her attention was focused before her, and when dust began to rise from the road, she left the kitchen in a blur of activity almost too fast to see. Her feet pounded on the ground as she rushed through the lavender field. Soon her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she neared the road and she drew to a halt. A rare smile crossed her face as a figure came into view, and she walked toward them slowly. The summer dress she wore clung to her body as she moved, highlighting a lithe figure which was enhanced to perfection by the light fabric. Her smile widened as she continued onward, and a laugh bubbled from her throat. A tall man, with auburn hair, looked up from the ground where he had been staring, and a flurry of emotions crossed his face as he looked at the young beauty before him. A large smile spread across his face as he leant heavily against a wooden cane. His robes were covered in dirt, and his nose looked to be recently broken, but it was the sapphire eyes that held the girl’s attention. Light, bright and twinkling, they were the same eyes she had looked into when he had told her he loved her; and they were the same eyes she had fallen in love with when she was 17. He held a hand out toward her, and she began to run again, her long legs covering the ground quickly. She threw herself into his arms, and his cane fell to the dirt as he wrapped his arms around her. Her legs rose until they ensnared his waist, and she had clamped her lips against his before he had a chance to utter a word. She bit his bottom lip, almost drawing blood, and his fingers dug into the long, black hair that cascaded down her back. His tongue explored her mouth slowly and when they finally parted she smiled through swollen lips and rested her forehead against his. “You came back,” she whispered, her breath light against his lips. He smiled gently. “Nothing could have kept me away.” Author’s note:- Blame Rosanna! She made me do it! I hope you enjoyed my attempt at pure fluff. It was hard let me tell you – the angst just wanted to be written. Hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. Cheers. Minniequill |
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Post by maritelske on Jan 22, 2007 3:46:32 GMT -5
*Sigh* So beautiful. Minniequill, this is gorgeous and you know it. Stop blaming me!  |
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Post by MinnieQuill on Jan 22, 2007 3:54:27 GMT -5
awww.... but Rosanna it's so easy to blame you! lol. And you did request it if I recall corrently and you know I am. lol.
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Post by EloquentPhoenix on Jan 22, 2007 11:23:26 GMT -5
*Sigh* Isn't it nice when it all turns out well. Very beautiful.
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Post by Ashlynn Minerva Rose on Jan 22, 2007 15:56:24 GMT -5
*le sigh* I loved this. I'm glad you didn't let the angst come out in it. It's an amazing story. Wonderful job!!!
Much Love,
M. Rose
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Post by nicolerose on Jan 22, 2007 21:34:31 GMT -5
SSSOOO CUTE!!!!
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Post by Aurinko on Jan 23, 2007 18:06:15 GMT -5
Lovely.  |
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Post by osusprinks on Jan 24, 2007 3:24:10 GMT -5
This is gorgeous...and speaking of gorgeous, so is your avatar, maritilske! Colin Firth, ooh la la, be still my beating heart! But back to the story... I could actually feel the angst at the edges as I read. It was beautiful. I loved your descriptions. Very well written! Thanks for sharing! |
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Post by Drake on Jan 25, 2007 19:52:50 GMT -5
OMG. That was beautiful beyond all mortal comprehension.
Conclusion: You are something superhuman. Hmmm. You don't happen to have any problems with glowing green rocks?
Even if the answer is no, I still bow.
*bows in awe of the amazing fluff*
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Post by MinnieQuill on Jan 26, 2007 3:41:58 GMT -5
Man o' man, between you, Rosanna, AdamiRose and...all right pretty much everyone, I am in serious danger of my cheeks becoming the beacon of all space shuttles from outerspace.  And speaking of Rosanna, she has requested that I continue the fic, or at least write about the circumstances leading up to it, which I shall begin ASAP. I don't know what I'm going to call it though...hmm...I will have to ponder that one. Oh, and no, I don't have a problem with glowing green rocks. I only have a problem with having a writing bug that WILL NOT go away despite my best efforts to curb the urge. I mean, how many other people do you know who wake up at 3am (or stay up until 3am) purely to continue writing their bloody stories? Urgh! And I wonder why I'm sleep deprived. |
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Post by angeldust on Jan 26, 2007 7:04:50 GMT -5
Don't you just love happy endings! This was stunning, I love your style and how descriptive everything was it was like reading poetry! How you managed to capture the whole scene with but two lines of conversation was simply great! *Has a large smile upon face now* thank you for brightening my morning |
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Post by Drake on Jan 26, 2007 16:45:27 GMT -5
Man o' man, between you, Rosanna, AdamiRose and...all right pretty much everyone, I am in serious danger of my cheeks becoming the beacon of all space shuttles from outerspace. And speaking of Rosanna, she has requested that I continue the fic, or at least write about the circumstances leading up to it, which I shall begin ASAP. I don't know what I'm going to call it though...hmm...I will have to ponder that one. Oh, and no, I don't have a problem with glowing green rocks. I only have a problem with having a writing bug that WILL NOT go away despite my best efforts to curb the urge. I mean, how many other people do you know who wake up at 3am (or stay up until 3am) purely to continue writing their bloody stories? Urgh! And I wonder why I'm sleep deprived. I do! Yay us! ;D |
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Post by MinnieQuill on Jan 27, 2007 2:20:08 GMT -5
Yeah, a lot of people have been saying lately that my stuff reads like poetry... I don't see it myself but ah well. This is the style I'm using for my own book though - *prays for it to be published*
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