ღMax
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Mischief managed.
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Post by ღMax on Jul 25, 2009 20:23:04 GMT -5
Perfection. He is the very definition of the word. Brown hair, with just a hint of a cowlick on the left side that he never was able to fix.
Slate colored eyes, gray when rain falls, but bright blue when the sun shines or he smiles.
Beautifully full lips that always carry just a hint of a smirk.
A warmth that radiates from him, and never seems to fade.
As she stood in the abandoned old house, his arms around her shoulders to hold her close, all of these things together as she closed her eyes. A quiet chuckle sounded in her ear in his deep voice, rhythmic and divine.
“You’ll miss me.” He said quietly in her ear. She glanced back to meet his gaze, and knew in that moment that he was right. She would miss him. His eyes, his hair, his voice…she would miss the perfection that was him.
And she could only hope that he would miss her too.
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Just...a little drabble to try and kill my writer's block.
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