Fic update - earlier than expected
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sparkindarknessOk, my hands are cramping now. Got both parts. B/f has been retired from muse duty for the time being. I made my weekend deadline!
This part maybe a little soppy... but hopefully it's pretty soppy and not sappy soppy.
I need coffee, that last sentence didn't even pretend to make sense.
I woke to what felt like the worse hang over ever. No, it was beyond a hangover, it was a full-bodied hangover after a week of caffeine
withdrawal. I don’t know how long I spent just laying there feeling sorry for myself, but eventually the light made me get up. It was sharp and bright, it should’ve hit my eyes like a thermic lance the way my head was feeling. It didn’t, but when did things start making sense round here?
Speaking of not making sense, I appeared to have a body again. And it was my body, things were looking up! Alright, it was emitting a freaky golden, tan glow that my body never did, I’m pretty sure. It was mega-cool though, I was shining it looked really hot, even if I did say so myself.
It took a few minutes of examination to realise that I actually did look really, really hot. Nah, it’s not vanity, well not much anyway. But this body was looking seriously good. I couldn't really put my finger on exactly what had changed; it seemed to be a lot of little things more than anything. I was still me, I was just the very best of me, every tiny imperfection ironed out. If you could bottle this and sell it we could make millions! It was like looking at me through one of those weird soft filters they used back in the 60s? Except this one really worked.
It was a huge boost to my confidence. A minute ago I was feeling wretched and hurty, now I was actually feeling good! Amazing what an ego boost can do. I felt all warm and comfortable, like when you’re wrapped in your favourite blanket. It was wonderful, maybe I was on something, maybe the old geezer had slipped me something. Not sure I cared at the minute though, I just wanted to lay back in this golden loving feeling. This weird strong, gentle protecting light. Everything would be alright, everything was wonderful, beyond wonderful, utterly perfect. I knew it with a certainty that took my breath away. I’ve never been as certain as this about anything before. It was unnatural. But I couldn’t seem to worry about it. It felt too good.
I finally looked up beyond the pool of beautiful light. There was darkness beyond it, thick, deep and horribly strong. You could feel it pulsing, pushing against the light, fighting to reach me. It should have scared the shit out of me. It didn’t. I was safe here; the light was stronger than any amount of darkness. This light was impenetrable. I knew it.
I was working real slow at the minute. My mind seemed to have stopped. Maybe I was on something. I couldn’t remember where I was, or why... and what was with that doubt about me not having a body? It all seemed muddy, mixed and faded. I could kind of remember if I just tried... It was hard though, with the darkness pressing in, and my heads full of this bright, warm weird love I couldn’t string two thoughts together.
There were things in here with me. Things in the darkness and even some things nestled in the soft folds of the light. They’re really beyond description... they’re like, well, like pearls floating around me, all iridescent and stuff. But they’re huge, the size of a continent, too big to see... but they’re also tiny, smaller than a real pearl, smaller than a dust mote. They’re both at the same time, yeah, I know, I must be on something. They’re deep and misty, like some crappy seer’s crystal ball when they’re trying to put on a show for people fool enough to give them money. If you look long enough you can almost see something inside it... I stared closer at the nearest one, floating in the light, towering above me, almost too small to see. I...
I writhed beneath him, my wonderful, golden god. He felt so good inside me, pushing himself gently inside me. So gentle, so careful not to hurt me. My hands were held by the spiritually warded handcuffs behind my head, wound through the bars of the headboard. It didn’t matter. I was safe. I was with him. I was safe... even from myself.
I fell backwards away from the floating thing. The world of soft light and deep darkness returned. I was in my own body again, or this weird perfect body, anyway. What the fuck was that?!
I pulled myself to my feet, and another orb grew in front of me, so close I was almost touching it. I looked into those swirling depths without thinking.
I ran the brush through my hair again. Not for the first time I considered having it cut. It may look good, but did it have to be ankle length? Having an ebon curtain of the night to frame you with sounded a lot better when you weren’t wrestling with it every second. And when you didn’t have to pull out all these bloody knots.
Hands took the brush off me, I turned in surprise, calling my power almost unconsciously. My wards sizzled painfully against my skin, heating up beyond their constant dull ache. I blinked and dropped the power hurriedly, hoping he hadn’t sensed it. I’d never hurt my golden god. Never!
I saw Rick and my heart tightened. He was so... so... divine. Beautiful, funny, kind, gentle, everything, He was perfect. How could anything so perfect be mine? How could something as flawed as I be his? But it didn’t matter... it didn’t! We loved... oh how I loved... I fought to keep it off my face, I don’t know why, but I knew I’d die of shame if Rick ever saw how completely and helplessly I needed him.
He grinned, my heart skipped a beat, I felt sure he’d hear it hammering inside my chest. Gently, he turned me round again, so my back was to him, and started brushing out my hair. He wasn’t very good at it, he’d never had long hair, but he tried. His fingers kept brushing my back, lightly tickling the back of my neck. He ran his hands in the thick mass of hair, burying his face in it. I could hear him inhale as he breathed in the scent of it. I made some sarcastic comment about him pulling out my hair, I can’t even think what I said. He laughed, Oh, I loved that laugh. It was so free... so innocent.
He buried his face deeper into my hair. He wasn’t even pretending to brush it any more, as he kissed the back of my neck, nibbling along to lobe of an ear. I tilted my head back to his clever mouth and teasing teeth. I reached back with my hands to touch him, as his hands crept forwards across my chest...
He was so close. I was his... and he was mine.
I stepped back again. Mine. There were tears running down my face and I couldn't say why. Sadness? Love? Lust? I don’t know... it was so intense that I don’t think it even mattered, I was just swept away with it. My throat had closed, it was too beautiful; memory tore its way through the thick fog in my mind. This was Darren’s head? Darren’s thoughts? His... love? Oh wow... that’s extreme.
That’s it. No ifs, buts or maybes, I am finding Darren. I need to hold him, I need to kiss him. I need to be with him more than I can say. I don’t care if he’s pissed, depressed or angsty, that’s kind of default for him anyway. I grab the next pearl, they’re the only features in this barren place, my only chance of finding him. I push into it instantly, smoothly...
He’s asleep. He’s always asleep. If I didn’t wake him he’d sleep the morning away. No man can need this much sleep, it can’t be natural. Still, it has its advantages, like being able to examine him totally without him knowing, not even seeing the strange smile on my face. He’s a deep sleeper, so I can gently drag the covers off him, not that he ever uses covers much. He prefers to sleep free and unfettered, his body unconsciously bare to the moonlight, or, more likely, morning sunlight. He never looks more like a golden god than he does at this moment. There. Now I can follow every gleaming curve, the flat plains of his stomach, the strong sweep of his back. I can dance my fingers along his buttocks, gently pushing between those firm cheeks. I can see the gentle arches of golden eyelashes on his open, innocent face. He does look innocent like this, innocent as a babe, but far safer. I have to play with his hair, that unruly golden mass that clings rebelliously to his head. It’s soft and surprising thick for someone that fair. Almost as soft as his skin against me... smooth silk over ripe muscles... I could watch him for hours. Sometimes I do.
The weird voyeuristic feeling clung to me as I pulled free again. Ok, it had to be seriously wrong, or at least really vain to be enjoying seeing this, right? Yeah, I thought so. Besides, each image is hurting more and more. Each one of these fucking pearls makes me want Darren, makes me more afraid for him. It was beginning to cut through the gleaming drug-like light.
Next one, they’re the only lead I have!
My golden god was at prayer. Well I think it was praying, I haven’t really studied religion much since I was a child. I never really lost my faith, I’d grown up with too many proofs to doubt, but I had long since decided I wasn’t worthy of it. Watching Rick sat there, utterly at ease surrounded by the thousand voices of his gods, I missed it. Missed my gods. Missed the feeling of the Lord and Lady all around me, in the air, the trees and the land. In myself. I missed that touch of the divine.
I watched him for hours, literally hours. I don’t think he saw me. I could hear the spirits on the edge of hearing. I couldn't recognise them or understand them, but I felt their power, their strength and felt a touch of their wonder. For a second I envied Rick his vision. I envied his friendship with the spirits and the joys it must bring him. I envied his being able to reach out to his gods and hold them in his hands, feel them in his heart.
It was a wonderful thing to see. His eyes were vacant as he saw into realms I probably couldn't even begin to imagine. His face moved from emotion to emotion, prompted by scenes I couldn’t watch. His power floated gently round the room, buoyed by forces from beyond. The divine filled the space with gentle strength and limitless understanding. But above all, I saw the confidence in my golden boy’s body. The surety in his stance. This was one of his rocks, the foundation that none could shake. This was the solid ground on which he built his life. This was the place that allowed him to be free, innocent and beautiful in ways that words cannot describe.
I watched him for hours, long into the light. Long past the time when the moon reached her zenith and began her slow climb. Long past the time when the incense burnt itself out and the candles guttered and extinguished in their sunken pools of wax. I watched until he finally stood, peace wrapped round his body far more comfortably than any clothes. He walked through to the bedroom, preparing for bed.
I rose to follow him, still lost in thought, thoughts so deep I don’t think I can identify them. I started to leave the room...
I paused. Took one unlit candle and looked out of the window at the full moons’ face as she sank ever closer to the horizon. I lit the candle and whispered a brief prayer in my heart to that silver eye. It wasn’t a prayer for anything, or in praise of anything. It was a prayer without meaning. And my first for over a decade.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. If I stopped I’d be overwhelmed by the massive rush of hope that burst through me. The deep roiling thoughts from the pearl-memory still buzzed in my mind. No time for it. I had to find Darren! I was running now...
I danced with Rick in the empty club, marvelling in the feel of the music in my bones. The music was terrible, nothing compared to the golden tones my kin could weave, when the very moon and stars sang in harmony with the woods and earth. But it was still music that put fire in my veins and the beat in my flesh. How long since I last truly listened to music? How long had it been since I last let it ride me? I never understood people who said they couldn't dance. The ability to dance was nothing to do with skill or your body. Dance was the music’s realm, it was the music that took control and led your body through the ecstatic rhythms. The music ruled, the music lead, you merely hung on with part of your ruptured mind, along for the ride but never driving, following their flow like an eager tourist, letting the marvels take you. I’ve learned how to dance again. I have the safety, the strength to give myself to the music. I can dance! I can...
The fading tones of the music are still making my feet twitch as I run to the next pearl. And I thought I knew how to dance!
The night sky stretched out above us. The wind was chill, but circled in my golden god’s arms I could ignore it, snuggle closer to his warmth. I turned to him and saw his eyes were no longer staring at the black majesty above us, but down at me, cradled in his arms...
Next! There had to be a clue here somewhere!
My golden Rick lifted me out of the water, that wicked little smile already lighting his lips
Next! The sensations were building in my head, having no time to dissipate. It was getting pretty hard not to just fall on the floor and bask in it. Or collapse crying without Darren.
The wine was sweet, almost too sweet, and bubbly. It wasn’t champagne, but you could tell it was incredibly expensive. Rick grinned at me across the table, his earlier complaints about the suit seemingly forgotten. He did look wonderful in the white suite, it made his skin look incredibly dark, a rich tan, gleaming like bronze. The deep yellow shirt and high collar seemed to pick out shining gold highlights from his hair. The pale blue tie finished it, his eyes gleaming like aquamarines in that tanned face...
I fucking hated that suit. All the effort going to buy it... Shit! I was being sidelined...
He lowered himself slowly on top of me...
Keep moving...
His lips were so soft...
Was it all about us?
I loved how...
Shit, Darren, you need some hobbies!
I lay next to him...
Where are you Darren?! Where the fuck are you!
He was my everything...
I had to find him!
My love...
Next one, next one, next one. Fuck!
My light...
One of these fucking things had to have a clue! Tears were running so thick now I could barely see for crying.
He is my Spark in the Darkness...
I stopped, dropping to my knees in a weird mix of exhilaration, joy, grief and exhaustion. I raise my head slowly. It feels like it weighs a ton. The light was still shining around me. One small patch of beautiful light in a sea of vile darkness.
One spark in the darkness... Oh fuck.
I looked down at the weird glow coming from my skin, and finally the dots connected. The only thing in the light was me; Darren and me together. That’s the only light in his life. Shit, that’s the saddest thing when you think about it.
He was lost in his own mind... hiding from the world, tied away from the world. He wasn’t in the light. He was in the fucking darkness.
This part maybe a little soppy... but hopefully it's pretty soppy and not sappy soppy.
I need coffee, that last sentence didn't even pretend to make sense.
I woke to what felt like the worse hang over ever. No, it was beyond a hangover, it was a full-bodied hangover after a week of caffeine
withdrawal. I don’t know how long I spent just laying there feeling sorry for myself, but eventually the light made me get up. It was sharp and bright, it should’ve hit my eyes like a thermic lance the way my head was feeling. It didn’t, but when did things start making sense round here?
Speaking of not making sense, I appeared to have a body again. And it was my body, things were looking up! Alright, it was emitting a freaky golden, tan glow that my body never did, I’m pretty sure. It was mega-cool though, I was shining it looked really hot, even if I did say so myself.
It took a few minutes of examination to realise that I actually did look really, really hot. Nah, it’s not vanity, well not much anyway. But this body was looking seriously good. I couldn't really put my finger on exactly what had changed; it seemed to be a lot of little things more than anything. I was still me, I was just the very best of me, every tiny imperfection ironed out. If you could bottle this and sell it we could make millions! It was like looking at me through one of those weird soft filters they used back in the 60s? Except this one really worked.
It was a huge boost to my confidence. A minute ago I was feeling wretched and hurty, now I was actually feeling good! Amazing what an ego boost can do. I felt all warm and comfortable, like when you’re wrapped in your favourite blanket. It was wonderful, maybe I was on something, maybe the old geezer had slipped me something. Not sure I cared at the minute though, I just wanted to lay back in this golden loving feeling. This weird strong, gentle protecting light. Everything would be alright, everything was wonderful, beyond wonderful, utterly perfect. I knew it with a certainty that took my breath away. I’ve never been as certain as this about anything before. It was unnatural. But I couldn’t seem to worry about it. It felt too good.
I finally looked up beyond the pool of beautiful light. There was darkness beyond it, thick, deep and horribly strong. You could feel it pulsing, pushing against the light, fighting to reach me. It should have scared the shit out of me. It didn’t. I was safe here; the light was stronger than any amount of darkness. This light was impenetrable. I knew it.
I was working real slow at the minute. My mind seemed to have stopped. Maybe I was on something. I couldn’t remember where I was, or why... and what was with that doubt about me not having a body? It all seemed muddy, mixed and faded. I could kind of remember if I just tried... It was hard though, with the darkness pressing in, and my heads full of this bright, warm weird love I couldn’t string two thoughts together.
There were things in here with me. Things in the darkness and even some things nestled in the soft folds of the light. They’re really beyond description... they’re like, well, like pearls floating around me, all iridescent and stuff. But they’re huge, the size of a continent, too big to see... but they’re also tiny, smaller than a real pearl, smaller than a dust mote. They’re both at the same time, yeah, I know, I must be on something. They’re deep and misty, like some crappy seer’s crystal ball when they’re trying to put on a show for people fool enough to give them money. If you look long enough you can almost see something inside it... I stared closer at the nearest one, floating in the light, towering above me, almost too small to see. I...
I writhed beneath him, my wonderful, golden god. He felt so good inside me, pushing himself gently inside me. So gentle, so careful not to hurt me. My hands were held by the spiritually warded handcuffs behind my head, wound through the bars of the headboard. It didn’t matter. I was safe. I was with him. I was safe... even from myself.
I fell backwards away from the floating thing. The world of soft light and deep darkness returned. I was in my own body again, or this weird perfect body, anyway. What the fuck was that?!
I pulled myself to my feet, and another orb grew in front of me, so close I was almost touching it. I looked into those swirling depths without thinking.
I ran the brush through my hair again. Not for the first time I considered having it cut. It may look good, but did it have to be ankle length? Having an ebon curtain of the night to frame you with sounded a lot better when you weren’t wrestling with it every second. And when you didn’t have to pull out all these bloody knots.
Hands took the brush off me, I turned in surprise, calling my power almost unconsciously. My wards sizzled painfully against my skin, heating up beyond their constant dull ache. I blinked and dropped the power hurriedly, hoping he hadn’t sensed it. I’d never hurt my golden god. Never!
I saw Rick and my heart tightened. He was so... so... divine. Beautiful, funny, kind, gentle, everything, He was perfect. How could anything so perfect be mine? How could something as flawed as I be his? But it didn’t matter... it didn’t! We loved... oh how I loved... I fought to keep it off my face, I don’t know why, but I knew I’d die of shame if Rick ever saw how completely and helplessly I needed him.
He grinned, my heart skipped a beat, I felt sure he’d hear it hammering inside my chest. Gently, he turned me round again, so my back was to him, and started brushing out my hair. He wasn’t very good at it, he’d never had long hair, but he tried. His fingers kept brushing my back, lightly tickling the back of my neck. He ran his hands in the thick mass of hair, burying his face in it. I could hear him inhale as he breathed in the scent of it. I made some sarcastic comment about him pulling out my hair, I can’t even think what I said. He laughed, Oh, I loved that laugh. It was so free... so innocent.
He buried his face deeper into my hair. He wasn’t even pretending to brush it any more, as he kissed the back of my neck, nibbling along to lobe of an ear. I tilted my head back to his clever mouth and teasing teeth. I reached back with my hands to touch him, as his hands crept forwards across my chest...
He was so close. I was his... and he was mine.
I stepped back again. Mine. There were tears running down my face and I couldn't say why. Sadness? Love? Lust? I don’t know... it was so intense that I don’t think it even mattered, I was just swept away with it. My throat had closed, it was too beautiful; memory tore its way through the thick fog in my mind. This was Darren’s head? Darren’s thoughts? His... love? Oh wow... that’s extreme.
That’s it. No ifs, buts or maybes, I am finding Darren. I need to hold him, I need to kiss him. I need to be with him more than I can say. I don’t care if he’s pissed, depressed or angsty, that’s kind of default for him anyway. I grab the next pearl, they’re the only features in this barren place, my only chance of finding him. I push into it instantly, smoothly...
He’s asleep. He’s always asleep. If I didn’t wake him he’d sleep the morning away. No man can need this much sleep, it can’t be natural. Still, it has its advantages, like being able to examine him totally without him knowing, not even seeing the strange smile on my face. He’s a deep sleeper, so I can gently drag the covers off him, not that he ever uses covers much. He prefers to sleep free and unfettered, his body unconsciously bare to the moonlight, or, more likely, morning sunlight. He never looks more like a golden god than he does at this moment. There. Now I can follow every gleaming curve, the flat plains of his stomach, the strong sweep of his back. I can dance my fingers along his buttocks, gently pushing between those firm cheeks. I can see the gentle arches of golden eyelashes on his open, innocent face. He does look innocent like this, innocent as a babe, but far safer. I have to play with his hair, that unruly golden mass that clings rebelliously to his head. It’s soft and surprising thick for someone that fair. Almost as soft as his skin against me... smooth silk over ripe muscles... I could watch him for hours. Sometimes I do.
The weird voyeuristic feeling clung to me as I pulled free again. Ok, it had to be seriously wrong, or at least really vain to be enjoying seeing this, right? Yeah, I thought so. Besides, each image is hurting more and more. Each one of these fucking pearls makes me want Darren, makes me more afraid for him. It was beginning to cut through the gleaming drug-like light.
Next one, they’re the only lead I have!
My golden god was at prayer. Well I think it was praying, I haven’t really studied religion much since I was a child. I never really lost my faith, I’d grown up with too many proofs to doubt, but I had long since decided I wasn’t worthy of it. Watching Rick sat there, utterly at ease surrounded by the thousand voices of his gods, I missed it. Missed my gods. Missed the feeling of the Lord and Lady all around me, in the air, the trees and the land. In myself. I missed that touch of the divine.
I watched him for hours, literally hours. I don’t think he saw me. I could hear the spirits on the edge of hearing. I couldn't recognise them or understand them, but I felt their power, their strength and felt a touch of their wonder. For a second I envied Rick his vision. I envied his friendship with the spirits and the joys it must bring him. I envied his being able to reach out to his gods and hold them in his hands, feel them in his heart.
It was a wonderful thing to see. His eyes were vacant as he saw into realms I probably couldn't even begin to imagine. His face moved from emotion to emotion, prompted by scenes I couldn’t watch. His power floated gently round the room, buoyed by forces from beyond. The divine filled the space with gentle strength and limitless understanding. But above all, I saw the confidence in my golden boy’s body. The surety in his stance. This was one of his rocks, the foundation that none could shake. This was the solid ground on which he built his life. This was the place that allowed him to be free, innocent and beautiful in ways that words cannot describe.
I watched him for hours, long into the light. Long past the time when the moon reached her zenith and began her slow climb. Long past the time when the incense burnt itself out and the candles guttered and extinguished in their sunken pools of wax. I watched until he finally stood, peace wrapped round his body far more comfortably than any clothes. He walked through to the bedroom, preparing for bed.
I rose to follow him, still lost in thought, thoughts so deep I don’t think I can identify them. I started to leave the room...
I paused. Took one unlit candle and looked out of the window at the full moons’ face as she sank ever closer to the horizon. I lit the candle and whispered a brief prayer in my heart to that silver eye. It wasn’t a prayer for anything, or in praise of anything. It was a prayer without meaning. And my first for over a decade.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. If I stopped I’d be overwhelmed by the massive rush of hope that burst through me. The deep roiling thoughts from the pearl-memory still buzzed in my mind. No time for it. I had to find Darren! I was running now...
I danced with Rick in the empty club, marvelling in the feel of the music in my bones. The music was terrible, nothing compared to the golden tones my kin could weave, when the very moon and stars sang in harmony with the woods and earth. But it was still music that put fire in my veins and the beat in my flesh. How long since I last truly listened to music? How long had it been since I last let it ride me? I never understood people who said they couldn't dance. The ability to dance was nothing to do with skill or your body. Dance was the music’s realm, it was the music that took control and led your body through the ecstatic rhythms. The music ruled, the music lead, you merely hung on with part of your ruptured mind, along for the ride but never driving, following their flow like an eager tourist, letting the marvels take you. I’ve learned how to dance again. I have the safety, the strength to give myself to the music. I can dance! I can...
The fading tones of the music are still making my feet twitch as I run to the next pearl. And I thought I knew how to dance!
The night sky stretched out above us. The wind was chill, but circled in my golden god’s arms I could ignore it, snuggle closer to his warmth. I turned to him and saw his eyes were no longer staring at the black majesty above us, but down at me, cradled in his arms...
Next! There had to be a clue here somewhere!
My golden Rick lifted me out of the water, that wicked little smile already lighting his lips
Next! The sensations were building in my head, having no time to dissipate. It was getting pretty hard not to just fall on the floor and bask in it. Or collapse crying without Darren.
The wine was sweet, almost too sweet, and bubbly. It wasn’t champagne, but you could tell it was incredibly expensive. Rick grinned at me across the table, his earlier complaints about the suit seemingly forgotten. He did look wonderful in the white suite, it made his skin look incredibly dark, a rich tan, gleaming like bronze. The deep yellow shirt and high collar seemed to pick out shining gold highlights from his hair. The pale blue tie finished it, his eyes gleaming like aquamarines in that tanned face...
I fucking hated that suit. All the effort going to buy it... Shit! I was being sidelined...
He lowered himself slowly on top of me...
Keep moving...
His lips were so soft...
Was it all about us?
I loved how...
Shit, Darren, you need some hobbies!
I lay next to him...
Where are you Darren?! Where the fuck are you!
He was my everything...
I had to find him!
My love...
Next one, next one, next one. Fuck!
My light...
One of these fucking things had to have a clue! Tears were running so thick now I could barely see for crying.
He is my Spark in the Darkness...
I stopped, dropping to my knees in a weird mix of exhilaration, joy, grief and exhaustion. I raise my head slowly. It feels like it weighs a ton. The light was still shining around me. One small patch of beautiful light in a sea of vile darkness.
One spark in the darkness... Oh fuck.
I looked down at the weird glow coming from my skin, and finally the dots connected. The only thing in the light was me; Darren and me together. That’s the only light in his life. Shit, that’s the saddest thing when you think about it.
He was lost in his own mind... hiding from the world, tied away from the world. He wasn’t in the light. He was in the fucking darkness.
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Date: 2003-12-09 09:04 pm (UTC)And ooh, there's more! *runs off to read*
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Date: 2003-12-10 11:11 am (UTC)*prints wow and puts on wall with trippy colours*
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Date: 2003-12-10 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-12-10 05:45 pm (UTC)Of course, the ecstatic with hot oil can only be a good thing... argh, the paradox!
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Date: 2004-08-22 04:36 pm (UTC)[and god help me if i ever had to take a walk thru either of the anti-otp's heads. O.o;]
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Date: 2004-08-23 03:56 pm (UTC)walking through someone's head scares me almsot as much as someone walking through mine.