ext_40055 ([identity profile] sherriaisling.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] dethorats 2005-12-14 02:52 am (UTC)

As it slipped down the slick glass, it gathered heft and speed before it finally hit the wooden edge that held in the thickly glazed material. The drop burst, shattered on the impact, spraying out miniature duplicates of itself that took the much longer journey down to the planking below. This is such a pretty description.

“I,” came the dry tones from Ben as he kept on writing, “am simply exhausted from listening to you whine about it.” I love your Ben.

I’m sorry captain, but unfortunately the heavens are free of your commands. Oh, would that be scary.

Shanks was quiet at last with his mouth securely occupied with another’s. And Jameson, that long-suffering cat, was finally able to get a feline-proper, three hour midday nap. <3 <3 <3

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