"From some ancient and decaying room above them the sweetest music drifted down the rotten and falling away staircase. Music like raindrops plucking the strings of a tiny harp. A soft melody struck up of thunder and wind chimes, the leaves in the courtyard swaying softly to the beat of nature’s drum." Lovely imagery, on top of a hot fic. Mmmm
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Date: 2004-12-06 03:28 am (UTC)Lovely imagery, on top of a hot fic.
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