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It was late. Vague music played as the eerie glow of a computer screen lit the small room. Blaise sat staring at the monitor, wide-awake despite the late hour. She knew she would be Summoned soon, and she sat at the ready. For days her sister had sensed a coming evil. Lessien had determined that this malevolence was somehow connected with her scrying, though the visions she received were unusually indistinct and unhelpful. They were filled with a golden, endless nothing, and the only times they showed anything else it was of a man leering evilly over her. Lessien could sense danger in this, though, and Blaise trusted that. Her sister had never been wrong before. Though Blaise didn't expect the Summons to come tonight - she expected it sometime the next morning - she sat at the ready anyway.
Outside it was snowing hard, just like it had been since midnight. Tomorrow held the promise of being a snow
Walking in Love
I've walked in Love
More than you do know
I've traveled where
The red roses grow
I've pricked my finger,
And worse my pride,
Walking in Love without
Someone by my side
I've done worse than prick
The truth be told
I've cut myself deep
Looking for someone to hold
That I walk alone
Is my own doing
That no one comes to me
Courting or wooing
I'm afraid, you see
Afraid of being hurt again
And this fear keeps me away
Until time works its mend
Out of Time
I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.
When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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