So. Let the record show that I am not Felicity. The entirely-too-sweet
heatherhouse constructed a character very, very loosely based on yours truly as seen through the kind lens of friendship. (Though I will admit to knowing my way around a flogger. Ahem
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He left the wizard dreaming, for the dead can leave dreams.
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I love how rushed Bob is to just take Harry, *shivers* so good! Squee! I have to write more smut. All your fault!
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*feeds the plot bunnies meth-laced chocolate*
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I already commented on gj (*first post dance*), but I shall say again that I love this!! ^^
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I don't know what GJ is, but I would love to find out. :)
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See, this is the poetry part that i love so much-- Bob's manipulation of the dreamscape-- his power... that i want very much to play with some more. Lush, darling... and welcome!! (and i know that lion!! tis in the Vatican in Rome... )
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