Lilacs and memories...

May 25, 2006 08:03

The lilac's blooming. It always sneaks up on me. I never remember until the day ( Read more... )

the glorious 25th of may, young sam, journal

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dragoncopper May 25 2006, 14:03:49 UTC
Sam smiles with only a hint of sadness and opens his arms.

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notsirsam May 25 2006, 14:09:42 UTC
He wraps his arms around him tightly. "Happy birthday, son," he whispers.

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dragoncopper May 25 2006, 15:32:51 UTC
"I love you, Dad."

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notsirsam May 25 2006, 15:49:27 UTC
He smiles softly and hugs him tighter.

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vicioussweetie May 25 2006, 14:54:56 UTC
"Why does remembering the dead have to be sad? I swear, you people need to learn how to have Irish wakes. We all get drunk, tell stories, and pass out. Much more fun."

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notsirsam May 25 2006, 15:43:54 UTC
"I don't get drunk." He gives her a Look.

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vicioussweetie May 25 2006, 22:43:06 UTC
"You can just enjoy the stories then."

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notsirsam May 26 2006, 13:13:17 UTC
"Hmm."

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elementwizard May 25 2006, 20:16:03 UTC
I'd offer you a drink, but you wouldn't take it, so instead I'll say this: "It's good to remember the dead, but you have to celebrate the living, because other wise you might as well be dead."

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notsirsam May 26 2006, 13:13:52 UTC
"I'm trying," he says softly.

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elementwizard May 26 2006, 18:53:42 UTC
That's what you have to do. Maybe when Sam gets a little older you can tell him why his birthday is such a special day. That way you can mourn and celebrate with him.

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notsirsam May 26 2006, 19:00:22 UTC
He shrugs. "Maybe. Sounds good."

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the_goosberry May 25 2006, 22:22:51 UTC
"Beedle-iidle-deedle-boop . . ." The usually perky sounds of the Gooseberry were instead replaced with a somewhat sorrowful sound. The Gooseberry had heard, oh boy had it heard. How could it not? "'Insert Name Here'?"

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notsirsam May 26 2006, 13:14:28 UTC
"You can go stick your head in a duck's bottom," he growls.

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the_goosberry May 26 2006, 16:26:43 UTC
"Now, now . . ." The little imp started to say as he rustled around from inside the box. "Today is May twenty-fifth. According to the schedule, I was told to get these," He struggled to open the door, failing miserably. "Insert name here? Can you open me?" He paused. Vimes wasn't going to open it, more likely throw it. ". . .These lilacs are going to be rather pressed if I don't get them out soon."

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notsirsam May 26 2006, 17:36:45 UTC
He sighs and pulls the box out of his pocket. "What the bugger do you want?"

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silver_lord June 1 2006, 01:51:02 UTC
Is this you, Veet? Before I start bugging you I want to be sure...

Samwise

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notsirsam June 1 2006, 12:49:08 UTC
Hah, yes, it is. If it wasn't I'd be confused now, wouldn't I? *Grins*

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silver_lord June 1 2006, 14:26:41 UTC
Ah, you're always confused as it is...I was pretty certain anyway. The icons and the writing style kinda give you away, m'dear. I and remembered you saying you played Sam Vimes and ran Sages...

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notsirsam June 1 2006, 14:59:14 UTC
((Hehehe, yeah. *snuggles* How's stuff? I've seen your pup answering some questions and all. If you have him ask one, I'll be sure to make one of my two-dozen or so of mine answer. *winks*))

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