on 2004-04-20 03:20 am (UTC)
His lungs ached, an ache something akin to the one inside him, the one that couldn't be fixed with a couple deep breaths of air, and light danced in his vision as his consciousness started to slip from his grasp.

Perfect. Just. Perfect. :D
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

If you are unable to use this captcha for any reason, please contact us by email at support@dreamwidth.org

Profile

cerulean_sky: (Default)
the dark cavalier

a rose named sky

I'm a: 20-something, fantasy writer, deep thought thinker, sometime knitter, bookstore browser, amateur cook, journaler, cat owner, cheap wine connoisseur, ancient and medieval history lover, occasional philosopher, avid reader, museum wanderer.

April 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
2324 2526272829
30