Pages upon pages never written.
These painted hearts of ours like millions of miles.
Charles slinks down the hall as silently and lightly as he can feeling like an intruder in his own home.
His bare feet brush antique wood and his mind strains to hear what his ears cannot.
Feeling, searching, reaching out.
All voices are quiet except for one.
We turn
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Thank you.
I had many, MANY doubts about this...and Im still not sure if Im going to post it publically.
Thanks a lot.
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Thank you
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Thank you. :)
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The compliment means a lot.
Thanks
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Score!
Thank you so much. It means a lot, thanks.
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It's wonderfully rhythmic, and so visually evocative. Love this kind of writing! Even though I haven't seen what the characters are like in the film, I could easily imagine them like this...especially with said actors involved ;)
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Oh girl...thank you! *hugs*
This comment means a lot. It means a lot that my friends read this first...now I may post it for the public.
And heh-thats the second time someone posted that gif as a comment for one of my fics *grins* I love that gif!
I really hope you see First Class soon and that you enjoy it as much as I did!
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