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[ephemeralember]

Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon. The scent of fresh snow. Her eyes were dark birds in fresh snow. They were the birds' shadows, they were mirrors; they were the legends on old charts. They were antique armor and the tears of dragons. Her brows were a raptor's sharp, anxious wings. They were a pair of scythes. Her ears were a

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[absentesimal]

. . .

i don't get it.

[ephemeralember]

What don't you get~ How her face smells like a gibbous moon or fresh snow~ Or how her tongue is amber and a ferret~?

[absentesimal]

yeah. i don't get any of that.

[ephemeralember]

That's because it really doesn't make that much sense~ But that's what I like about it~

[absentesimal]

oh.

you like writing like that?

[ephemeralember]

Hahaha~ No, but it was fun to read~

[absentesimal]

oh

because i could write like that for you

[ephemeralember]

Really~ I'd love to see what you think I'm like~

[absentesimal]

ok. give me a sec.

[ephemeralember]

Hahaha~ It doesn't have to be right this moment~

Whenever you're ready~

[absentesimal]

[Cantonese] Her eyes are galaxies
are gaseous planets
are smoky garnets
(I can't think of brown gems)
are fireworks
are undying embers
are glowing jellyfish
(the kind that live really deep in the ocean)
are huge, alien fireflies
are exploding hydrogen bombs
are very pretty. [/C]

don't laugh. . .

[ephemeralember]

I'm not laughing at all~

Where are you right now? I want to see you.

[absentesimal]

i'm on the astronomy lab roof.

[ephemeralember]

I'll be there in fifteen minutes~

[absentesimal]

ok~