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Snowdrops and Lily
::Two days before the Red Sky::
His heart was on fire, burning, but not burning up. The air was below freezing, but at this moment James could have run naked back from the convent to his bed, and wouldn't have felt a bit of cold. The feel of her against him, the taste of her lips, the joining for a time. There was something very special that happened there, he was sure of it. His soul felt so light that he almost swore he could fly if he but wanted it a little more. Any chance to touch her, to be near here, was worth the price.
"Oh sweet Laughing Lady, thank you for this. Thank you for making me feel like the luckiest person in this city. Thank you for having her ask me to dance." *he says softly, trying not to just shout it out at the top of his lungs* "Storm Father, your son has found a treasure like no other. A treasure sweeter than any fruit, more intoxicating than the finest wine, more beautiful than any flower I've ever seen, and more valuable than all the gold in all the world!" *He sighs happily* "Oh Storm Father, let me tell you of her. While many women possess beauty, hers surpasses all I've seen. It's outside and in, her heart is loving, and open as the most welcoming port in all the world. A place where any ship can find safe harbor. Even one as beaten up as mine." *he shakes his head* "She loves everyone. Even those of us who don't deserve it. But she is the first one to make me feel as if I do." *he twirls, arms out as a light snow falls* "Oh Lady of the Rose, I ask not that you turn her heart to mine, not that you grant me her love, but that you make me worthy of it. Let me be the safe harbor for her." *He keeps walking on, silent for a few minutes* "Dear Lady of the Rose, I know that she is still deciding if she loves me or not. If her heart desires me to grace her life, her love, her bed, or anything else! And if she decides that this old salt dog of a sailor doesn't deserve that, help me take that with grace. And let me remember this night, this one perfect night together, in your Temple." *he sighs wistfully* "Yes, let me always remember and be thankful for this night."
"This one perfect night." *James finds his way home, the flames tamped down a bit, but still keeping him warm in the cold.*
Continue reading...
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Nightmares and Dreamscapes
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The Shadow of Malice, Addendum
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The Shadow of Malice
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Red Sky at Morning
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Snowdrops and Lily
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Unbearable Weights and Dreams
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La Academia de Ciencias Marciales
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Friendship and Bloody Tolls
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A Knife Couched in Courtesy
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Letters Home
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Starting Down the Path
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The Philosophy of the Sea
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The Acceptance of Inevitability
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The First Student: part I
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The First Student: Part II
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Waves of Gold
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Into the Sands of Blood
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The Possibility of Chance
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Last of the Good Days
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The Ruination of Hope
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An Unearned Reprieve
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Red on White Stone Floors
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A Reprieve from Nightmares
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A Moment of Conversation
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An Inevitable Conclusion
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The Start of a Life After
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