because i finished my paper before midnight

[marginalia]

part two of clipp'd

Dom didn't speak and Elijah couldn't ask. Couldn't touch. Couldn't even stay. But pacing on the porch, the image of the dark grey wings and Dom's frightened eyes burned in his mind and he reconsidered. Slipped inside, fidgeted at the foot of the stairs, and pondered. For a moment he was jealous. He's the angelic one, so where were his goddamned wings?

He hears rustling and a low cry bitten back by sheer will. A soft grey feather drifts on an unseen current, and Elijah's stomach turns with pain and fear and sheer helplessness. Ashamed, he swallows hard and ascends.

Comments

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

(and the more i think about this one, the more it -is- pain. they don't want to be happy for me. argh. tricksy.)

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[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

(maybe i can do the happy(er) version, and you can do the pain version.)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

one word. migration.

*shiver*

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[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

ack!