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Post by vivian embroze on Jan 12, 2012 18:40:56 GMT -7
December ninth ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed [/color][/center] Dear Diary,
I've dreamt of him again. Everything was gray. The bairn canopy arched over our heads. The moons gleam was shooting to the earth in spot lights. He was standing with his back to me. The chilled breeze played with his brilliantly long strands of hair of blonde hair. I took a bare foot step towards him so we were side by side. I didn't need to side glance up to his features, I knew they would be shadowed expect for his green eyes. 'You know she wouldn't approve.' His voice was deep and vibrating with power.
I ignored him and stared out at the landscape before us. There was snow barely littering the earth. But the way it taught the moon's gleam it made the night, day. A lake filled with black waters and ice was just below us.
'Vivian, Nyx is watching us.' His power waved a bit as the breeze washed the lake's waters onto shore.
I finally looked up to those sea green eyes, 'And so is he.' I couldn't flicker my gaze in any other direction, but those beautifully bright eyes. 'We can't choose who we love.'
His hand snatched mine in his much larger and warmer grip, 'I chose you.'
I woke to Loki's snoring. Huge mood killer. But it was just a dream nothing more, nothing less.
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