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Oct 15, 2010 20:48

WHO: X1 and X2
WHERE: The Glass House
WHEN: Friday, Oct. 15 / Late Evening
WARNINGS: Vague unpleasantry
SUMMARY: Sunrise doesn't last all morning; a cloudburst doesn't last all day. Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning.
FORMAT: IDK, IDC



Trowa breathed in the thick scent of the woods around the stark white house with its glassed wall, taking in the earthy smell of old leaves and dirt with the variety of trees slowly turning various shades of red, gold, and orange; a few remained stubbornly green--an optimism he felt sure the inhabitant of the place before him still maintained as well--but the vast majority were reaching the end of their cycle.

A few had even shed their burdens early, bare branches exposed to the rapidly-approaching chill.

The brunet shook himself out, hands deep in the pockets of his coat. What he wouldn't give for the thick fur of--

He refused to accept the thought, mentally reinforcing his desire to see the powers remain missing so as never to cause him so much trouble again, and banged his fist against the door twice.

*complete, trowa barton | n/a, † quatre winner | sandrock

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