In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more
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What makes him beloved to her is the simple truth that even on the hardest days, the worst days - and there have been so many ‘worst days’ - he can make her smile. She doesn’t know if he understands how precious that is, how rare and treasured those moments are; that she keeps them like diamonds in the palm of her hand and counts them in the darkness, each casting rainbows across her skin.
(Never real, never physical, never trinkets tucked into a pasteboard box that can be stolen and snatched from her, shaken in her face with accusations of emotions, of feeling something, spittle landing on her cheek as the faceless trainer sneers. She is a weapon, is a tool, is nothing but what they make of her - and they will make such things of her.
Iron, she learns, cannot feel.)
She loves him because he makes her smile, because he lightens her heart and brings joy to her lips - and he does so because he loves her.
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Best Halloween ever!!
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This is really lovely - particularly this:
(each flake unique, each crystal formed by the cold breath of winter and meant to find its own way, the storm’s children free at last)
Beautiful! Thank you so much!
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