[OOM:

But then he remembers. Again.

Unforgetting. Unforgettable. Unable to forget.

]

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There is a girl (as much as the word can ever hold true for her) with long golden-white hair sitting just above a standalone table in the middle of the bar. It might look to the casual observer that she were sitting right on top of table because of the long green spring dress with its yards of fabric spread out around her ( Read more... )

[OOM:

It's too much to say of course or your welcome.

It's too little to say always.

]

Outside it is night, darkness having crept across and claimed her bounty of the lands. Except one spot, far over there, across the open space and over the vast rippling waters.

There light hovered, dancing, over the lake-ocean's nightsky reflection.

Shimmering swirls of starlight following the twirl of skirts and outstretched fingers.

Jason is in the Bar today, kicked back on the couch.

But he's not relaxing. He's just finished separating the strands out from the yarn Moon had given him, and now he sets them on the table with a large hunk of beeswax and the small, switch-like branches that Norman let him have. He doesn't have everything yet, but he's doing something, and that ( Read more... )

Star's sitting on a booth table and the ripple of her skirts shows the ease movement of her legs swinging slowly back and forth, muddy toes peeking out at the end of each pass. The table is still a foundation, still the ground beneath her, but her feet are free for the moment ( Read more... )

[OOM: Aren't they still worth every second?

Remember that most when the darkness hits.

Tiny Tag: Carlisle Cullen

Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

[OOM: A Star falls to the earth and The Moon will rise, a wish offered, a wish made, and the closeness that binds family.

Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

[OOM: The tarot cards hold a family meeting, and everyone shows up for it.]