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It is said that all thnig are borken by Time. I saw a lot of great ancient jaded, claiming to have seen everything. I do not hope to become like them. I reassure myself that I can do the same thing a hundred times and always feel the same satisfaction. Oh, I see lot of thing, not every thing but almost. Exemple ?!
In front of me is a magnificent blue sky, streaked with an ephemeral cloud, framed by the trees growing on the hillside of the manor. I contemplate the marshes contaminate by the masculum mortem, I contemplate the imperceptible reflex of the black moon. I think I even contemplate a Quasar, but I'm not sure. I've never been strong in astronomy. We'll say yes ... oki? And yet I still appreciate contemplating this landscape. No, this is not true, I not always like this landscape. I appreciate it more with my experiences. I perceive details highlighted by my knowledge. Forms echoing my memory. So at the same time I also heard a lot of things, like the song of the dead, or the demonic music and I still can not stand the strident song of birds break the calm of nature. Fuck bird !
"Oh, James, we still have a hobo who got lost in the yard. Go get the dogs."
This is a good way to end this contemplation. I turn around. She runs along the column walk holding the balustrade. The play of light scarcely allows us to guess no more than its forms, but I well know her and I divine her and her clothes (and with no magic, class). She wears a simple purple dress, enhanced by a black lace jacket that she has completed with her little dark boots. Not necessarily its whole preference, but a wise choice that puts it perfectly in value. A ray of light discovers his face.
This triangular face framed by his beautiful brown hair tickling, held back by a few bars, in a hairstyle he finds complex. This face is clear and luminous, natural and without its make-up. This face with the lips smiling. This face with his little nose camus and turned up. And his face with his eyes ... his eyes which he always has trouble remembering their green colors, too captivated, too absorbed by his eyes. Every time he looks at his big almond eyes he gets lost in his eyes.
"And who is this James that you would have forgotten to introduce me
-You do not know our butler. Finally my butler. He provides everything I need ... really all. Its call : Talent !
-Very subtle as a remark. "
As she approaches her foot glides along a walk, and she loses, balance, clumsily catching up to a pillar, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, both laughing in heart. She straightened up and leaned against the pillar to regain her spirits and threw a smile to her.
"My dear, would you need help?" He said, rising to meet her.
"You are right, my friend. "
She then claps hands and gives birth to a beautiful young butler in a suits-to-tail pie. A materialization of his masculine ideal which does not correspond totally to his companion, me. A cherub face with a finely cut goat, blonde hair slicked up, a muscular body while remaining natural, and hardly smaller than it. No really, is really not me. He is totally different. Garce !
She straightened up and took him under his arm, and joined me with a high, haughty air. But she struggled to conceal a small smile from the corner of her lips. As for her, I enjoys the spectacle, pouring myself a glass of water. When it reaches its level, I throws the contents of the glass with a rapid gesture in its direction. She stepped aside. The liquid flies and passes through the butler, dissipating in a cloud of petal. Petal ! I’m surprised, and realizes that she returns a small smile of pride. She anticipated the gesture and sustained the illusion by dissipating it !
"You did not intend to beat me on natural talent I hope! "
Then she changed her mind suddenly. Turns her gaze away slightly and approaches me, leaving her hand slid along me right arm. It is a tender and warm caress, which stops along nails. She brought her mouth closer to me ear and in a whisper resembling a kiss, she said, "I'm sorry, sometimes I tend to forget it." We both know it's wrong, but those words lacking just being his comforting. We embrace, leaving the hand of my promise caress the Nails of me arm.I likes this contact.
To my surprise she makes a volte and falls on me. I tilts and falls on the chaise longue with her in my arms. Her head raised in the direction of me, her arms are crossed on her belly. As I smiles back at her, she gets up. So impetuous.
"You're really slow, I wonder why I'm still there. James would make a much better companion.
-I would not have the knowledge to know you better than yourself, but leave me a chance to surprise you again."
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