| Subject: can i paint your picture, pretty please? |
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Syndic
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Date Posted: 23:38:55 01/25/03 Sat
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Jin.rai
's message, "^.The Divine ::Thunder::.^" on 17:26:12 01/19/03 Sun
musing over her words he pieces together the painting in his mind, layering an image with the experience of his years. the only thing he would ever see were the pictures in his mind, and for that reason he kept them all as carefully as he could, some were dog-eared, or bent, or softened from too much use, but all wer in perfect clarity and focus, just as the day they'd first been painted. and now his thoughts worked quickly to fill in the assumed outline as she spoke. that would do. how tall, the litheness of her frame, such things he could tell for himself, with a little help from he, ofcourse. stepping forward hesitantly he put forth the next few words, with a surprising lack of embarassment, he did not feel put on the spot to ask, she had already seemed such a marvelous creature, and he felt drawn in to her. lowering his pate he groped about in the dark a few seconds until his mug hit her whither, and he ran his muzzle along the breadth of the muscled shoulder before he spoke,
do you mind, jin?
ofcourse he meant, in all obviousness, do you mind that i'm so close? he needed, as the blind often do, to touch her, feel for himself the dimensions of her body, so that his painting would be complete in it's accuracy. but he waited, politely, for an answer before diving right in. he had lifted his crania slightly to speak, and onve every few seconds it drifted back to the warmth she radiated, and brushed against her pelt, ascertaining that she still stood in the same place.
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