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He kissed him.
Several times.
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Narrative
“’Til death do us part…” Tabor smiled and looked down at the page where he’d been scribbling. It was something George had said to them as they had lain together, and it seemed to him to be the most marvellous phrase ever to be uttered by mortal tongue. He didn’t know whether perhaps it might be a quote or saying, but he did know that it fit ( Read more... ) -
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Goddess, last night was awful. I was in the Mansion, where I met a lovely girl called Alice, who tried to teach me how to make something called smores, but we couldn't work out the Magic Box, so it didn't work, so we just ate chocolate instead. But then Jehan was a demon and the demon was Jehan, and I'm not sure, but I think Adrien was a vampire ( Read more... ) -
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Tabor slid off his bed carefully, so as not to disturb George, and swung himself out of the window. He crossed the lawn and seated himself by the lake, looking across the water that shone with the light of the now-full moon.
He lay back on the grass, hands under his head, closed his eyes, and reached out his mind. Beloved? But before he'd even ( Read more... ) -
A narrative
Tabor stood outside, gazing at the near-full moon. Beloved, he called silently, and almost immediately saw a growing red shape in the night sky.
It landed gracefully, the blood-red mount, and nuzzled at Tabor’s outstretched hand. I am here, love, she sent.
Stroking the beautiful, deadly creature, he spoke to her. I like it here, dear one. I miss ( Read more... ) -
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So much has happened since I first got here. I've met many people, and made many friends (Everyone's so friendly!), including some gods, and I was even turned into a girl for a short time, which was interesting, and I think there were some lasting effects, but nothing really serious. No one here seems to know who Revor is, though. But they still ( Read more... )
