From: mickoshan@aol.com (MickOShan)
Date: 03 Mar 1998 17:52:49 EST
Her eyes burn me. This beautiful woman with the face born of the brush of a Renaissance artist, flowers in her hair -- her eyes mercilessly batter at the foundations of my already precarious resolve, and all the while she laughs through heather lips.
How much of the priest am I that I should remember the color of those lips...?
Her eyes. I am shaken and tossed like a leaf on the ocean.
I am condemned.
Her Eyes
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From: beliedame@aol.com (BelIeDame)
Date: 28 Mar 1998 19:24:26 EST
Belle walked the dark Rhydin streets until she found the old Cathedral and rectory. It was a long shot, but she figured this would be the one place he'd feel comfortable... the one place
he could pretend his sins were absolved and he could retreat into his denial.
"Yes, he will come here", whispered the faery, her breath curling in a wispy mist as it escaped her mouth into the chilly night air.
The faery sat on the cold flagstone steps of the rectory front door. Her cloak hood was pulled over her head, the deep cowl concealing her face. She heard the priests footfalls long before he merged from the shadows approaching the arched doorway of the abandoned building.
Rising from the steps, wild blue eyes watched him from beneath the dark hood.
BelIe Dame
Faery of the Mead
House Questrion
Sanctioned TDL Caller
Sans Merci
bd
Date: 28 Mar 1998 19:24:26 EST
Belle walked the dark Rhydin streets until she found the old Cathedral and rectory. It was a long shot, but she figured this would be the one place he'd feel comfortable... the one place
he could pretend his sins were absolved and he could retreat into his denial.
"Yes, he will come here", whispered the faery, her breath curling in a wispy mist as it escaped her mouth into the chilly night air.
The faery sat on the cold flagstone steps of the rectory front door. Her cloak hood was pulled over her head, the deep cowl concealing her face. She heard the priests footfalls long before he merged from the shadows approaching the arched doorway of the abandoned building.
Rising from the steps, wild blue eyes watched him from beneath the dark hood.
BelIe Dame
Faery of the Mead
House Questrion
Sanctioned TDL Caller
Sans Merci
bd