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Questions from Zara
1. How come I'm the only one ent a bird?
You, the least conformable one of us all, you are far too contrary to ever take well to being one of a flock. Birds of a feather and all that. Close enough for flight, but would you really consider yourself winged in the manner of a Rina or a Justin? Or a Theo, for that matter?
2. What've y'written lately ( Read more... ) -
eulogy
Who knows how the news gets around here? It doesn't matter, anyway; regardless of the means, somehow Stock has heard of Zara's death. It's a bit of a shock to him (he was lucky enough, in his own life, to die before most of the rest of his friends; he gave them the pain and experienced little of it himself, and since he's been here, too, he's ( Read more... ) -
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I span me a yarn, as old as the sky
Unravelled the truths and wove in a lie
I span me a yarn, as fresh as a flower
It grew older daily, and younger by the hour
I span me a yarn, as deep as the sea
It sang me sweet songs, and said "I love thee"
I span me a yarn, a trifling sweet
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anti-otp: stock/zara -- an apple orchard in almostspring
The weather has been getting better - slowly, perhaps, but steadily - and this quiet afternoon is definitely warm, with a light breeze to ruffle the leaves and hint at hotter months ahead. On an estate of this size and variety, there is of course an apple orchard, and it's here where the breeze seems strongest, plucking at the greening branches and ( Read more... ) -
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...What's a rhyme for 'tremble'?
Zara - did you - want to talk? -
(scrap paper, scrap poems)
All is fair in love and war
All is sweet in love and wine
Honey'd lips do tender offer tender more
When kisses grow dark on the vine
All that glows may moonshine be
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that shines may moonlight be
Fires fade to ashes cold
Gone from sight are all fAs flames grow ashen, dim and ( Read more... ) -
a fragility of poppies
The well of inspiration is dry of late; the muses are less than generous. I sat for a day with pen in hand and paper on knee, and the farthest I got was 'Tonight the stars sing / below, the flowers aren't listening' before giving up.
Have someone else's moment of genius, instead.
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Birthdays
It appears to be my birthday. When did this happen? (The easy answer is, nine hours and twenty one minutes ago.) Please don't ask how old I am. -
A quiz by any other name
You're Courfeyrac! Wise guy, ladies' man, trusty sidekick, and invaluable friend. You're the life of the party, and are kind to random confused boys.
Which Barricade Boy Are You?
*snorts* Am I? ...Random confused boys means you, you know, Theo.