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Closed to Sonya and Tyr (backdated to Christmas Eve)
Margaret was excited about the meeting Sonya had asked for. Whether she accepted Tyr's proposal or not, it would be good to see her. It was gravy that the twins had tired themselves out and were down for a nap. Margaret had the Christmas present she'd picked out for her wrapped and ready, snacks prepared. She smiled when she heard the knock on the ( Read more... ) -
Between husband and wife (closed to Tyr)
Margaret had been turning an idea over in her mind. It should have felt wrong to her, or at least odd, but instead seemed to make a lot of sense. She sat on the sofa after the twins were asleep, deep in thought, waiting for Tyr.
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Ganked from Faramir (thanks! that was fun!)
you are darkviolet
#9400D3
Your dominant hues are blue and magenta. You're the one who goes to all the parties but doesn't quite fit in at every one... you know what you want, but are afraid of what the world might think of it. You're a little different and that's okay with them, and if you're smart it's okay with you too.
Your saturation level is ( Read more... ) -
Things she might say to Tyr if she had the words.
It is as if all my life I have been trying to be a lapdog -- and been too snappy and plain to be any good at it. So I tried to be a working dog, but my kind of dog, no matter how hard it works is never seen as a 'real' working dog -- viewed as useful, but never to make noise, or as amusing for 'pretending' to be a working dog, or pitiable because ( Read more... ) -
It's about time --3am(Tag Tyr, then eventually Juliet)
Margaret couldn't sleep. She tried to be careful and quiet, trying not to wake Tyr getting up for the fourth time that night. She put on robe and slippers and padded into the nursery and turning on the light, taking a cloth to the furniture in case some dust had settled on it in the last fifteen minutes. She checked and re-folded and rearranged the ( Read more... ) -
Tyr's Valentine
On their table is a glazed earthenware pot, with what looks like a twig in it. The note tucked under the pot says ( Read more... ) -
The ghosts of Christmases past (neither wide open, nor closed--replies entirely optional)
Margaret sat looking at the Christmas tree, reflecting. It was a simple one, the ornaments all obviously new, in matched sets. She had chosen simple glass balls, and candy canes with bows on them. She was sucking on one of those now, her thoughts far away ( Read more... )
