"The blood drinkers, of course...but..." he says, expression going vague as his thoughts turn inward. I watch as the fire dances across his hand and smile, remembering his gesture of deep thought. Then my smile fades and the back of my eyes begin to itch as the creators light sparks in his hand, threading and combining with the other.
"But what?" I ask, dropping my hands and slowly stepping away until the itch subsides and the reminders fade. Perhaps in the end I will return to that perfect flame and be close to it again, but now is not that time.
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Date: 2009-05-09 05:02 pm (UTC)"But what?" I ask, dropping my hands and slowly stepping away until the itch subsides and the reminders fade. Perhaps in the end I will return to that perfect flame and be close to it again, but now is not that time.