Post-air (someday talk about my laziness) for shared fic Llado-yo. Harry-Ginny fic, more cold than anything else. Someday, I repeat, talk about my laziness. Or something.
Certainly the cuts, titles, and why I put recently are the most rare, I know. Guilt is the Gaelic, in its two variants. Start
, Llado.
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Second post-Llado challenges mine, for what they're two and so we always slaughter.
Challenge: Parchment, lipstick, smoke, alarm
(Lily & James)
should I go. For once I leave, for once I agree, for once I get nothing at all, should know where is my limit, and leave before they wake up. Before you know it. Before I remember that did not go to sleep alone. That was not when he said he was leaving. That stayed with me, the noise in the shadows, between the smoke and music, and let me dance with her, and let me speak, and I listened, for once in his life, I listened. Should I leave before the sun wakes up. Before que sound your alarm . Before I note, breathing at his side, and be surprised. Before you know it, you remember, repent ...
But I love her, love her with all my heart, I love her but she did not hold, although yesterday it was so impossible, though not in his mind, even a slip that I am not understood, although it is likely to prevail today common sense. I love her, and just imagine their lips, lipstick silhouetted against her pale skin, her hair, her freckles, just imagine kiss me again, touch me, to be discovered, the frantic pace, kissing, urgent, and his hands, looking for me, I can not. "To leave without saying anything? "Without the record? "But who knows if it is true or false? Or, worse, leave, and leave a non-ta? Just a note, a sad piece of parchment, as witness the night of my life?
could. Could. Leave, and leave a note. Go, and not leave anything. Go, and convince me that something happened, something that will not happen again, that's it.
But is on my side. He sleeps beside me. Relaxed, calm. Preciosa.
I can not.
Challenge: Parchment, lipstick, smoke, alarm
(Lily & James)
should I go. For once I leave, for once I agree, for once I get nothing at all, should know where is my limit, and leave before they wake up. Before you know it. Before I remember that did not go to sleep alone. That was not when he said he was leaving. That stayed with me, the noise in the shadows, between the smoke and music, and let me dance with her, and let me speak, and I listened, for once in his life, I listened. Should I leave before the sun wakes up. Before que sound your alarm . Before I note, breathing at his side, and be surprised. Before you know it, you remember, repent ...
But I love her, love her with all my heart, I love her but she did not hold, although yesterday it was so impossible, though not in his mind, even a slip that I am not understood, although it is likely to prevail today common sense. I love her, and just imagine their lips, lipstick silhouetted against her pale skin, her hair, her freckles, just imagine kiss me again, touch me, to be discovered, the frantic pace, kissing, urgent, and his hands, looking for me, I can not. "To leave without saying anything? "Without the record? "But who knows if it is true or false? Or, worse, leave, and leave a non-ta? Just a note, a sad piece of parchment, as witness the night of my life?
could. Could. Leave, and leave a note. Go, and not leave anything. Go, and convince me that something happened, something that will not happen again, that's it.
But is on my side. He sleeps beside me. Relaxed, calm. Preciosa.
I can not.
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