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tampered2008-07-06 02:44 pm
playstheblues.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-07-06 02:44 pm
Log; Complete
When; Sunday, July 6th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playstheblues and the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; On the eve of a parting, time to say goodbye.
Log;
It was quiet, and that was important. It wasn't cold - although, in Blue's opinion, it should have been. In his opinion the best partings always happened when something was falling; snow or rain, or peach blossoms (but Red Riding Hood had taken the romance out of those, he couldn't look at them anymore). It should have been cold, because he felt cold; well, that wasn't true, he felt numb, which was much more important than cold.
Dressed as he'd arrived, in his blue outfit to return to the Homelands, Blue stood at the edge of the wood. He had left a message for Cori to meet him there, and he knew that the nightmare would come. Everyone else might have their negative opinions, call the nightmare a jerk or a coward, but Blue knew better.
He told himself he wouldn't cry, and so he wouldn't. There was no use for tears.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue
playstheblues and the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; On the eve of a parting, time to say goodbye.
Log;
It was quiet, and that was important. It wasn't cold - although, in Blue's opinion, it should have been. In his opinion the best partings always happened when something was falling; snow or rain, or peach blossoms (but Red Riding Hood had taken the romance out of those, he couldn't look at them anymore). It should have been cold, because he felt cold; well, that wasn't true, he felt numb, which was much more important than cold.
Dressed as he'd arrived, in his blue outfit to return to the Homelands, Blue stood at the edge of the wood. He had left a message for Cori to meet him there, and he knew that the nightmare would come. Everyone else might have their negative opinions, call the nightmare a jerk or a coward, but Blue knew better.
He told himself he wouldn't cry, and so he wouldn't. There was no use for tears.