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Subject: "Darkest Night" Author: LadyOfTheBlade [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:41:48 06/15/02 Sat In reply to: LadyOfTheBlade 's message, "Feed the Flames" on 23:39:19 06/15/02 Sat It was late. That much he knew. It was not by the times the clock chimed in its long and ancient drone that was but a dull noise lost in the endless halls and still of night. Nor was it by the moon that danced along the dark fringe of the sky making shadows on the veranda of the balcony and mingling with the glow of the fire that it would never meet. Ian knew that it was late by the ache in his fingers. He paused. The silver pen was growing warmer and warmer in his grasp. It wasn't the first time he had to stop writing due to the trouble the pen was causign. What ink was left starting to run and smear before it even touched the page. The tablet of paper rustled as he moved to retrieve another writing utensil. A pencil was sufficent, he thought to himself. He rose and moved across the fire lit room to the balcony. A cloud passed over the moon like a modest lady's veil. This was not the first time Ian had been awake to watch the celestial lady make her dance over the sky. His vigals with her were longer then ever. One would think he were a lover... No... It wasn't so... Not with the moon... Ian turned away to his seat by the fire. Again he took up the pencil and paper. Poetry was the only thing he could do with this endless amount of fuel he was left with. Sara Pezzini didn't have any idea about the rich amounts oil she was able to get out of him, a long dry and deserted stretch of land. What a fire he could make with so much emotion. But it was not to be. He was not like her. Sara was a spark. A tiny glow of heat with the capability to set any aflame. Ian often wondered if she knew what sort of power she possessed, with or without the Witchblade. With his sorry and unfortunate lot in life, he couldn't allow himself to be consumed by her fire. With what fuel he had he could do nothing... Nothing but write.... "Darkest Night" My path is so dark she is the burning lantern: afar firefly [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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