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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 8:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 8:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:20 pm
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Lily stops in at the Pad to dropped off some baked goods, singing a song stuck in her head for she doesn't know why.
Touch the fire, thought I'd never burn I guess some lessons are a little harder to learn It's never-ending, I keep pretending You're wrong, when it's me all along
And I keep fighting every choice you're making Question every step you're taking When I should be loving you, I keep breaking promises I'm making Blaming you when my heart's aching When I should be loving you
When I, Should Be Loving You
Feed the fire, we lose desire we yearn We complicate things to the point of no return It's never-ending, I keep pretending You're wrong, when it's me all along
And I keep fighting every choice you're making Question every step you're taking When I should be loving you, I keep breaking promises I'm making Blaming you when my heart's aching When I should be loving you
When I, Should Be Loving You
Oh wish I could erase our fears The pain we've caused and all the the tears Wasting precious years What is it we're looking for We always end up wanting more Always keeping score And I keep
And I keep fighting every choice you're making Question every step you're taking When I should be loving you, I keep breaking promises I'm making Blaming you when my heart's aching When I should be loving you
When I should be loving you....
((Sorry guys, seriously not aimed at the story line, which I'm way behind on crying ~ This songs been stuck in my head along with a couple others from this artist... no lyrics to be found online for this one and some of the rest are in Afrikaans so I don't know what the heck she's singing about... ))
((*Brat slips in to smack Lily upside her head* Have to credit the artist ~ DUH! Tis Nianell ~ GAH Lily))
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 2:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 2:33 pm
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She hits the lights and looks at the space again. It's actually quite large, much bigger than their current apartment. She looks around and sees another fireplace, exactly above the one downstairs. Sweet
But the boxes, there are so many of them. No way she brought all these boxes when she'd purchased the space... A soft whisper escapes her lips.... Please tell me these don't belong to the Russians....
Cringing, she approaches one of the boxes and eyes it. Her name is on the box and she knows she did bring some things. Sighing, she opens the first box and stares inside. A framed painting of an elven family stares back at her. What the heck? This isn't mine. But, but, she takes the picture from the box, bringing it closer to the light. That sure looks like..., momma? A very young version of her mother. Are these the grandparents, then? She's never met them. Banished, long before Lily came along and the reason they'd lived with Moon's family. There was no place to go after Daddy had pushed them out. She stares at the picture a moment longer, the artist had captured this family in paint almost as if it were a photograph. But she can't make out the signature. She places the frame down softly against the box, sighing. If this is Momma's stuff she really shouldn't be snooping. But how did it get here? And why does it have her name on it. Another frame catches her eye. She hasn't seen this picture since she was very little but somehow the image has remained crystal clear in her mind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 2:56 pm
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She closes her eyes for a moment and and finds herself back in her parents bedroom. She'd been so very little then, maybe 3 or 4 but she remembers.
The hardwood floor, scatter rugs tacked in place so nobody slips, the big bed, always perfectly made, the nightstands, daddy's closet and momma's larger walk in closet. Their wedding picture stands on momma's nightstand. It doesn't really look much like a wedding photo. They'd eloped, no fancy white dress for momma, no tux for daddy. Daddy in his suit and tie, looking serious. Such a tall man to be standing next to this tiny elven woman. Momma in a peasant blouse and skirt, her hair falling freely around her shoulders, covering her ears.
Those ears, how daddy hated the ears... Especially Lily's. In the middle of the loft space, the tips of hers turn bright red remembering. Not that she notices, her mind is still lost in the big bedroom.
The picture is the only thing of momma's that's allowed to be in the actual bedroom. Most of momma's things are in the closet. In reality, the space was more dressing room, clothes hidden behind mirrored doors on three walls of the room, momma's dressing table on the fourth side. Makeup, perfume, jewelry, neatly arranged on top of the table. A hutch off to the side has some of momma's treasures from her "old life", the one she doesn't talk about. It is the hutch that draws Lily, she'd spent what felt like hours while momma was getting dressed and ready studying these treasures.
Her forehead creases remembering. How did momma's things get in her loft space? She didn't bring them here. At most, that would be maybe two boxes, there are so many more than that here. She opens her eyes, returning to the moment and looks around the loft again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:36 pm
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When she doesn't answer her phone and he can't find her at home, he heads to the pad. The staff tell him she upstairs working. He finds her asleep on the floor, her face streaked with tears and dust. Calling her name softly, he pulls her in to his arms and kisses her hair, brushing a thumb across her jawline.
Moon... Her voice is hoarse, not more than a whisper. Shh... shh, it's ok now baby. He brushes her hair from her face and looks in her eyes. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. She nestles closer, whispers softly. I don't know how it got here, I don't know who brought it. Why? Brought what, exactly? These boxes? A rush of alarm runs through him, but he tries not to let her see. Momma's stuff, from the big house... who knew? Daddy wouldn't have saved this stuff, he wouldn't have. I don't know how it got here. She shivers. Good question... who did know her well enough to find the lost items of her childhood. stare He pulls her to her feet and walks her to the door. He's for damn sure finding out who. Ok, sweet baby, let's get you home, ok. We'll figure out, ok.
He takes her down the stairs and they go back to the apartment.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 4:35 pm
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