Raz sprang up and grabbed the arm of the strange gal that happened to be running through the castle that was actually the headquarters of the dark Hextorite cult he'd been investigating. She staggered back, and the half-elf fell to the floor. Malmagor turned the corner swiftly, looking over her shoulder, and collided bodily with a raggedly-dressed half-elf. If only they could get around this corner, they'd be uncatchable. Should we go for amusing or creepy first?įootsteps clattered down the hall behind them, but they were far too fast for any Hextorite minions to catch them. We have a couple of ideas for fics involving the Playground Clones. *apologizes to said seal, and balances a ball on it's nose* Never.*stamps with official Phoe seal of approval* You are a face who passed by and was never forgotten. You looked more elegant than royalty of yore. I saw you one last time walking happily through a cloudburst, rain streaming down your face and I'd never seen anything so captivating before. And you did that.Īfter that I didn't see you for many months, but your face haunted me, like a half recalled melody lingering in my ears. The little toddlers' face when it got the toy back was more than a ray of sunshine. Once I saw you bend down, at great risk to your own shopping, to rescue an accidentally forgotten toy that you must have known was cherished. ![]() Your eyes always seeing beyond what others saw and the way it looked as if you were following a tune only you could hear. But that's what your far - away face did. Silly isn't it? That I'd create a fantasy of almost fairy tale proportions about someone whom I know literally nothing about. A dreamer who passed through life alighting only occassionally to give some young struggling dreamer help and inspiration. ![]() Your face was so clear of worries - at first I thought you a spoilt brat - but over time I created a different image of you. I think it was your expression that made you an goddess amongst the humans it wasn't driven by the greedy grasping of money or carried the fatal signs of stress and worries. You don't know I exist, I know you only as a beauty in the herds of humanity streaming mindlesly through the concrete rivers of the city. Several times we have passed in the street and our eyes have never met.
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