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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and reality protests. She, it is a she, yes? Yes. Definitely feminine, for all that the eye does not wish to see her, she enters. She is not seen so much as experienced; her robes sound like cessation, her eyes are the color of suicide, her skin is the taste of peace. Tears leak constantly from her eyes.She moves like mortality made flesh as she enters the room. Her steps, like the flow of time, do not falter.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He let his hand go to his sides. "I better get goin'- no point in botherin' you all day."

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

She

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

With a slight pause, he went on his way. He gave her another glance before he dissapeared into the inevitable Milliways crowd.