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while i breathe, i hope.Broken Flowers
Broken Flowers - 8chapter eight - sounds and heartbeatsBroken Flowers - 8
In the topmost branches of the old willow tree, Zion watched Shaeny. He'd been her silent guardian for nearly two hundred years, only having made himself known to her in the last fifteen years or so. When High King Khaliae had rescued him and brought him to live in the Earth lands, he'd never imagined how his luck could have gotten any better. And then he'd seen the eldest Earth Illoheim princess, and his life had kicked back into gear at a speed he'd never imagined possible.
It wasn't that he was in love with Shaeny, although he did feel the deepest and purest kind of love for h
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Broken Flowers - 7seven - where soul meets bodyBroken Flowers - 7
Shaeny stared down at possibly the most beautiful face she'd ever seen in her long, long life. From her vantage point she couldn't tell how tall he was, but she knew he was at least as tall as her mother, if not taller. He had long, long black hair, that was a dark stain against the white marble floor, spilling around his broad shoulders. He had dark pink lips, a chiseled jaw, and a perfectly straight nose. His cheekbones were high, and his eyes were the clearest blue she'd ever seen. As she stared at his face she was struck stupid, her mouth falling open as she stared at him.
"I apologi
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Broken Flowers - 6six - the sun and the moonBroken Flowers - 6
Markus of the Water Illoheim stared at the garden they were swiftly approaching. They being himself and the entourage his father had sent to guard him. He didn't think he needed a guard, but his father wouldn't hear any other way. As a bethrothed Illoheim Prince, he was a highly important person. He knew what his place was, he knew what he was born to do. It had been printed on his brain from the day he was old enough to speak.
The Illoheim were a largely Matriarchal society, and as such he was worth only as many children as he could produce. It was a fact that he'd accepted very young, and
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Broken Flowers - 5five - earth and waterBroken Flowers - 5
Shaeny slowly exited her bathroom, tip-toeing to the balcony. She knew that Nikolas had left feeling angry, and she couldn't say that she blamed him. He just didn't understand how much it had killed her when he left. She watched him enter the garden and sit beside her mother, speaking to her in hushed tones. Shaeny watched him with a reserved sense of affection. She had missed him, deeply, when he was gone. But now that he was back, she didn't know how to be. Didn't know how to put her emotions back in order at all. She watched her mother fade into the air as she usually did, and watched Nikolas stay seated
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| Main Entry: au·to·erot·i·cism Pronunciation: ˌȯ-tō-i-ˈrä-tə-ˌsi-zəm Function: noun Date: 1898 1 : sexual feeling arising without known external stimulation 2 : sexual gratification obtained solely through stimulation by oneself of one's own body |
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nine.dear i,nine.
hi. gosh, you get me all flustered.
you don't even really have to try. you just do. must be something about that whole tall, dark and sexy thing with that voice that just makes my stomach do funny things and my knees forget about the deal they've made with gravity and how balance is really such a tricky mistress after all.
but then again, i have always been a sucker for punishment and men in leather.
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ten.dear j,ten.
you were my best friend for the longest time and somehow we fell apart. how did that come to pass, i wonder.
i remember how you called me the day the world stopped turning, tears streaming down your face as you mourned the children left alone. i remember your phone call about losing your house keys and being terrified of someone finding them and breaking into your house. i remember when you broke the crib by sitting on it. i remember how you apologized for everything and how your blue eyes and blond hair made you the butt of so many jokes. i remember how sweet and naive you were and most of all i rememb
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eleven.dear k,eleven.
you had the prettiest eyes and i'll be damned if you didn't know it. you always said they were mako eyes and i used to giggle like the school girl i was. i never gave you the love you deserved.
we used to wonder what it'd be like if we could move to the end of the universe and claim the stars for ourselves. we used to wonder what it'd be like if the world were filled with people of the beautiful, understanding sort. we used to wonder what it'd be like to fall in love.
i never thought there would come a time when you'd be too far away for me to hear you breathe. i never dreamed i'd have to l
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to the celebration of all slain hope...
a book i just read was The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. it made my heart break and hope at the same time. Marianne Engel made me think of you.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
--
to the celebration of all slain hope...
--
what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
(or should i have used "thee" instead of "you"...hehe, whatever you get the point.)
--
to the celebration of all slain hope...
this made my day.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
you make my day more often than you know. beautiful.
--
to the celebration of all slain hope...
you're freaking amazing.
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what if i breathed
and you fell apart
at the seams?
who would do the
healing
then?
thaaannnks for the fave
--
somebody hold me
somebody hold
me somebody
hold me
some-
body
hold
me
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