Always watching them. Always near them. Eyes always on them, the puppets in the middle of center stage, bathed in the stage lights that would always hover above. Ever-dancing for the patrons seen and unseen, where ideas flew in the air and great minds stared and swooned…
“Ah, what great minds they have!” one might say, staring
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It's nice to read such fic's in the morning,
yes yes i just woke up x) it's 06.12 where i live (in the morning mind you)
Keep up the good writing! ^^
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But it's really not that great...but thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed reading!
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Loved it. :3
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And I love how you refer to them as the "Golden-eyed one" and "blue-eyed one".
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And I loved that bit of imagery as well--actually, writing stories that focus on mostly imagery like this come the most naturally to me. But um...I'm glad that you like it. *flushflush*
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