August 31st, 1991
The kitchen window is fogged over with a combination of the chill morning early-autumn air and Sirius’ shower. The sky outside is blue, the kind of blue that red-gold leaves silhouette themselves against. It doesn’t smell of summer any more, burnt grass and lemonade. It smells of September, new parchment and fresh ink,
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this should have been canon. actually scratch that, for me this is canon.
Love this, the way you make it feel so easy and natural. the three of them really do fit perfectly together.
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Siriusly, You made my whole year :D
P.S: PLEASE, KEEP WRITING!
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I promise to keep writing, though it'll be a while. I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, and that'll take up my time.
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Piggie I love you, I almost called you Anna, I've been nanoing to much (psht, as if)
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a)Stealing le prompt. eventully.
b) Can I write a fic based around Dream? if I credit and link to it and what have you?
and on a completely out there note c) MOG 46k!!!!!
also d) I <3 you.
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