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diva_myron in fiery_inception

Like emerald kisses

Aug 25, 2006 23:04

Date: August 23, 2000
Time: Early evening
Place: Myron's house
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Deirdre Burke
Rating: PG-13 at most

Early evening and what else could have one wanted from here? It was not nearly the twilight for everything to turn magical yet, moreover, it was even a bit too far from the sunset. Forty minutes, give or take.

( watching the golden light fall across diagonally on the emerald of the greenery beneath him )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: deirdre burke, character: myron wagtail

Comments 3

deirdre_ivy August 30 2006, 04:17:10 UTC

She could feel the pavement against her feet through the soles of her thin shoes and felt as though each moment her body relinquished its contact with the ground she was sent dropping up into a free fall. Her stomach twisted skyward, and then she came back to the hard earth again. Hypersensitivity. Strange ( ... )

diva_myron August 30 2006, 13:37:40 UTC

A very light golden haze had descended upon Myron's garden, as he waited for his shimmering guest (shimmering?-- as in, how to put into words that which cannot be put? something irreconcilable, sometimes words failed, and then only tangentially associated descriptions could work). Myron could hear someone's banjo in the background of his aural memory, as he sat enveloped in the evening silence, when everything comes to a standstill for those few precious minutes before launching into the feral tempo of the night.

It was a melancholic melody, and he distinctly remembered it to be a Song of the Dispossessed - by who, what, where? What were the heinous deeds that earned them such a merciless punishment? Myron wondered pensively, fingering the small pebbles he had gathered from his earlier walk through the garden. To be dispossessed completely, oh what a frightening thought. Alienated or isolated - how could anyone deserve such a thing? Or perhaps it was merely a parable, that story that never ended the way you wanted it to. Always a ( ... )

deirdre_ivy September 8 2006, 03:27:07 UTC

She had stepped inside the garden like stepping from a sepia photo into a gasp of wind and moving color all at once. A movie, where everything your false fingertips touched shivered you and excited that lost part of you that could still laugh and cry. Where her timid lips wanted to flash white teeth at the azure pathways of the sky and dare the blue to be so dark it would dizzy her.

But she had only arrived at a house. Just a visit between _________ (fill in the blank, fill in the blank, Deirdre). Nothing to grow anxious about. No jumpiness required. No sorrow ( ... )