:cheese: The things you write, Isa, are too beautiful even for words...even though that doesn't make sense. It's like poetry, I swear. You're so incredible.
The proximity lessens like a dripping, waxen candle, and there is butterfly fluttering comfort into his ear, speech woven from sheer emotion and sincerity making the stress slip away from his breath. The twin palm lands on his eager chest, beats thumping out like war cries from an anxious heart, and wills it still, calmed; tells the struggling soldier inside to mount from his steed and satisfy his need for rest, banishing the battle to yet another day's creeping sunrise.
Sorry to quote such a big part but I loved all of that. It was by far my favourite section. The part that I've bolded was just... lkdjfjhdf. Inexplicable, honestly. I can't even imagine being able to write as well as you.
April 18th, 2009 at 11:28am
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The things you write, Isa, are too beautiful even for words...even though that doesn't make sense.
It's like poetry, I swear. You're so incredible.
The proximity lessens like a dripping, waxen candle, and there is butterfly fluttering comfort into his ear, speech woven from sheer emotion and sincerity making the stress slip away from his breath. The twin palm lands on his eager chest, beats thumping out like war cries from an anxious heart, and wills it still, calmed; tells the struggling soldier inside to mount from his steed and satisfy his need for rest, banishing the battle to yet another day's creeping sunrise.
Sorry to quote such a big part but I loved all of that. It was by far my favourite section.
The part that I've bolded was just... lkdjfjhdf.
I can't even imagine being able to write as well as you.