Dream Their Sleep
A hush: the calm before the stand-off.
Of all the ways she’d imagined this-no, that was wrong: she hadn’t imagined this, hadn’t put any thought into it whatsoever-Who are you kidding, Laura…? Semantics. Of all the discussions she’d imagined herself having with him-Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays-she had never
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that afternoon on New Caprica that had swirled into evening and nighttime and straight on through morning-when all that had been different was a title and atmosphere and gravity, the prickle of a moustache and the falling away of a really bright red dress.
GAH. *dies* And pornstache mention baby! YEAH.
I also love the title - oh poetry, you rock so awesomely. And I LOVE that poem, btw. I doubt you're surprised by the news however.
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What? You LOVE this poem too? I'm SHOCKED. Honestly. We NEVER agree on ANYTHING, lol.
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I'd agree that we never agree on anything but then we'd agree on THAT so instead I was gonna say we agree on everything but then us disagreeing on this would make me a liar. So I choose silence. HAHAHA. NINJAED.
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Your turn, Bill. I’ve built the cabin. Are you ready to settle?
LOVE.
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I can't believe how sucked in I got. I was meant to be getting ready to go out but instead I decided to check LJ and there it was, this little gem waiting for me.
I particularly loved Laura's thoughts and Bill's actions, when he's rubbing his neck, that is so keeping with the characters. The awkwardness followed by a sudden rush of clarity. Loved it!
I'm friending you right now, I hope you don't mind? :) That way if you have or write more like this (please!) I won't miss it.
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Friend away! The more the merrier. I'll add you, too, to continue the circle of friend!love. ;)
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