the moon is low tonight

[marginalia]

so. i wrote something - [discovery] - up at _stephenmaturin.

actually remembered part of a dream last night this morning. why? because the dude in it (one i don't know, thank god) was a terrible kisser. good lord. i'm going to trade in my brain for a working model.

hey, belovedsnail? i'm attempting the whole remus-pov-in-the-patience-arc thing, but i'm fuzzy on the timeline and the status of his relationship with patrick then. and. stuff. so, if there's something i should know tell me, or i'll start making it up :P

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[dacro.livejournal.com]

The tide lapped below him, and he squinted out at the sea, hat perched on his knee, pencil forgotten in his hand. The air around him changed, and he smelled roses and heard laughter, sweet and high, twisting through him. He closed his eyes against sun and memory, drifted in and out of sleep, felt a strong hand at his elbow. The pressure of each finger distinct.

Jack.

He started, birds scattering at his sudden movement. He was alone.

wow. Lovely images. I really liked the 'pencil forgotten in his hand'
for some strange reason. It spoke to me.
*hugs*

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[marginalia.livejournal.com]

*points downthread* there's a link to the picture that made me write it. a bigger version is my wallpaper. oh, stephen!

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[dacro.livejournal.com]

much with the pretty!

*sigh*

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[marginalia.livejournal.com]

liekomg