Monday, January 14, 2008

... Iaru-re looked at her with a forlorn gaze that feigned aloofness, when in fact he didn't want his unfettered feelings to show. Emotion makes a man weak. Her enchanting smile, her sparkling eyes, the spring in her step, the way the many wisps of obsidian hair fell clumsily over her face..

knowing that never in a thousand blue moons could he have her heart.


But his heart did not weep, knowing that at least they could remain friends,

...that this love need not be one that controls and binds, but one that sets free.



Iaru-re. Hm. What nice prose.


"The answer lies with a patient eye for recent history, and a quarantine upon empty English."

jOhn thought at 12:34 PM