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[otc] 16.2 - "i should have..."
Sep. 7th, 2008 09:58 pmFor a long while, he could only stare at the monument and wonder why he hadn’t come before now. All the years he’d stood in awe of the master, of his own soul, and he hadn’t made the journey to this place. He’d stood in the presence itself, and he hadn’t understood that violated feeling for what it was. Now he was here, with her again, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel.
Brighter laughter rang in his next to the carefree intimacy of another low chuckle. The memory of warm, luscious curves and of lean planes of skin burned under his fingers as he thought of two different loves, two different women.
He wondered about her soul…wondered if it recognized his.
When he finally gathered his courage to approach the tombstone of Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner, a bouquet of flowers in hand, so much of his fear melted away that it was hard to remember he’d been scared. He feared Bess Houdini on even her best day when he’d lived before, to be sure…but she knew his worst and still she’d mourned.
( The power of goodbye... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words :760
Brighter laughter rang in his next to the carefree intimacy of another low chuckle. The memory of warm, luscious curves and of lean planes of skin burned under his fingers as he thought of two different loves, two different women.
He wondered about her soul…wondered if it recognized his.
When he finally gathered his courage to approach the tombstone of Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner, a bouquet of flowers in hand, so much of his fear melted away that it was hard to remember he’d been scared. He feared Bess Houdini on even her best day when he’d lived before, to be sure…but she knew his worst and still she’d mourned.
( The power of goodbye... )
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words :760
