July 10th, 2006

Rose and Greg - Owl Post - Incomplete


Roses are red, violets are blue, some poems rhyme, but this one doesn't
Monday, July 10, 2006

Gregory Goyle sat in his mother’s garden on the bright sunny day. He had many happy memories in here while his mother was alive. He remembered very clearly being no taller then three feet high and playing hide and seek amongst the flowering bushes. His mother had loved this garden and she always had something beautiful and fragrant blooming. From magical blooms that only appeared in the dead of winter to vines where the blossoms glowed with firefly radiance at night.

He finished writing a small note before selecting a rose from his garden. It was an antique white color with a tint of pink at the ends of the petals. He wrapped his note around the rose, tied it with a ribbon, sealed it in wax and gave it to one of the family owls to deliver.

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Intense

Severus and Ginevra -- The Goddess Gallery -- Complete

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension
that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.
~ Joseph Addison

Monday, July 10th -- Early Evening




He'd stayed away the entire weekend, needing the time to come to grips with the chaotic emotions eating at him from the inside. Some were familiar like the anger, but others... He was jealous and unsure of his place in Ginevra's life and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

Which only served to fuel his anger all the more.

It was early evening when he slipped through the door of Ginevra's gallery. The Goddess Gallery. Her choice of name was the only thing that had managed to please him in days, but even that was not enough to break through the layer of ice that had grown around his heart.
concerned

King Finvar & Ginny Weasley ~ The Goddess Gallery ~ Complete ~ MA

"Sex is simple, love stings afterward."
~Author Unknown
July 10, 2006 ~ Late Night




She had no idea how long she sat there in the darkened studio space. Long enough for any evidence of tears shed to have faded. Long enough to forget exactly when the sun went down. Long enough for her stomach to stop growling even when she hadn't appeased it with food.

Long enough to go over the pros and cons of calling for Finvar a few hundred times.

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Wolfish

Izabel, Remus and Sirius || Glen Hollow || Complete

I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
Monday, July 10 || Late night



Lupin had excused himself from the living room and made his way up to the bedroom.

Between classes at the Phoenix he'd torn through his books, looking for answers but as usual finding nothing concrete that would indicate what Vasily had been referring to when he said what he had to Izabel. By now all but the most subtle of traces of what the vampire had done should be gone ... which left the question of what exactly a werewolf's association with Izabel meant in the eyes of the fae.

To hell with them.

Remus drank down his Wolfsbane, then looked into the mirror.

They could sense all they wanted — this was one Dark creature who wasn't going anywhere.