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If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
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Reply here and I will:
1)Tell you why I first approached you.
2)Associate you with a song/movie/book.
3)Tell a random fact about you.
4)Tell my favorite memory of you.
5)Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6)Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7)In return, you MUST spread this questionnaire amongst the patrons.
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Testing...
And she rises with the walls, rushing up to the sky as he hangs in the air.
(I heard already on the right the whirlpool
Making a horrible crashing under us;
Whence I thrust out my head with eyes cast downward.)
Harth closes his eyes.
(Then was I still more fearful of the abyss;
Because I fires beheld, and heard laments,
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And when you look in the right place, you see.Not much, in this case. Gray-brown haze mostly fills his vision. Looking up, there's more of the same with a slight glow of reddish-orange, but down ( Read more... ) -
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Harth sits in the dark.
S'nothing new.
The dark's where he belongs, what he'll bring to the world, but hell if it ain't depressing. Especially now-
(...beautiful)
Means nothing. This is home, this is business, not allowed there. Dirty water soaks through the seat of his pants, icy-cold. It doesn't bother him - but that fact does, a little. ( Read more... ) -
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Well. He can't say he didn't know it was coming ( Read more... ) -
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Harth's thinking.
He does it a lot - always has, since he was old enough to remember, and particularly since he was old enough to recognise his dreams for what they were. Memories. Not his, o'course. Never his. Occasionally when he's feeling particularly candid, he admits to himself that maybe he's always been bitter. The memory of knowing that ( Read more... ) -
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Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
Melaka's beautiful when she sleeps.
The rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drumOf course, Harth thinks she's beautiful when she's awake, but there's something special about her asleep. When she's awake, the Slayer is curt, rude, and capable. She leads him as if he doesn't know the way ( Read more... ) -
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Harth glares at the demon, golden eyes burning- staybackstaybackbetterthanyouI'llwin...It's young, and not strong, and Harth is winning the silent battle for dominance. But the others are getting close. Not much time ( Read more... )