A ripple of laughter comes to him across the open spaces, low and honey dark, and rich with an affection that brushes his nerve endings like a warm breeze.
Now who is tempting who, Lyonya?
He can sense her presence, as if she were standing in the room with him. She's pacing the floor of the room still in the Twilight, reading the things that his hands touch the most.
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Date: 2010-12-21 06:24 am (UTC)Now who is tempting who, Lyonya?
He can sense her presence, as if she were standing in the room with him. She's pacing the floor of the room still in the Twilight, reading the things that his hands touch the most.