A/N: Ok ya’ll, here’s part two as promised, with three well in the works. Once again, this baby is a bit rough around the edges, but hey, at least it’s here, right? This story is a vignette that can stand alone if need be, but I’ve envisioned it as a story existing a little ways into the future of my “Kingdoms of the Swan” (KotS) universe - so,
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Thank you so much, again! :)
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She tilted, ready. Closer - just a breath, and then…
Oh, you tease! :) Lovely, lovely moment, that almost-kiss. What was Lizzie thinking, to be asking all those visitors? Can't wait for the last chapter! Fab work.
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And yeah, I'm a horrible tease. *winks* Can't help myself.
Still trying to plunk out C.3 - and I'm hoping to post it this weekend, if all goes well.
Thank you so much for reading, again - and Happy New Year!
(And now I'm off to catch up on your fic! *squeals* My stupid internet has been down, and I've missed updates, dammit!)
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A lime and a mango had been sliced and fanned in smiling arches on a chipped china plate,
and this:
I’d much prefer not to expire in a blaze of duck-” he flailed, searching for a word, “of duck - oh, sod it - of a bloody, damnable poultry fire!”
and this:
she couldn’t think on it because his mouth was suddenly a whisper from hers. She felt her eyes flutter shut, her lips already remembering the texture of his mouth.
a very, very happy akarii make. Splendid, hun!
Muah =3 !
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And thanks for picking out some of my "darlings" - always a boost to see that the writing is as enjoyable as the plot. *hugs*
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And yay for Teague! :) I haven't really written about him until now, but he's really got a place in Kingdoms of the Swan, so hopefully I can pull it off. :)
Also, I'm so, so happy that you like Sara. She's my pet OC, and I just can't seem to keep myself from writing her into my stories.
Thanks so much, and Happy New Year!
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I have to mention the descriptions of that brief journey, as well, because both struck me as especially evocative. The ocean winked its glassy eye as she rowed, the water grayed and weary beneath a dove-bellied sky. Her oars stirred the water in silver pockets, the smattering of froth and bubble like tumbling coins in the tempered light of a shrouded noon. And later: The cloud-cover of midday had fractured, cracked like an egg to reveal a saffron yoke of sunlight. Turquoise and coral, the clouds now marbled the sky, anything but sullen as they looped in elegant curls across the ripe-peach haze of approaching dusk.
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I'm so glad that everything came together for you while still managing to be fun. Sometimes it's more difficult to write the lighthearted moments than the heartache and turmoil.
And thank you, so much, for commenting on my darlings (cited diction). Ot's really a thrill to know that beneath all of the character-making and plotty-goodness, the language still shines.
*hugs*
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