So unbelievably cliche to say it
But I felt it, surely felt it
She had long hair like my friends used to have
Her eyes were a brilliant blue, crystalline
She was the epitome of female
And her name called to the moon
But she hid in the birches
And though she bowed she still hid
Golden and tumbling, as if from the nest
Unable to fly
I saw her leg was hindered
She was an angel
Perhaps not in reality
But in my mind, for a little while
She was an angel
-- Prophet
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So, today, Prophet met Lune, and these were his thoughts C:
AWWWWWWWWWWWW. It's so
Is Lune supposed to hear / read this ? <3 I always love your character, make him as a poet is just a greatest idea, ffff (:
Thank you &hearts&hearts&hearts
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Baaaaw you :'D -snuggle-
Okay !
Lune saw that Prophet was writing something on the ground with his hoove for a little time now. She frowned. She was a little bit curious, wondering what he was drawing or writing. She ask, polite :
"What... What do you do ?"
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LOL, two RP on two blogs XD
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[ We are amazing :'D I have
He looked uncertain - perhaps embarrassed. Prophet shifted, then moved back once his poem was complete, ears laid flat. "Poetry," he murmered. "I--erm, this one was--about you." He backed off to let her read it, terribly shy.
[Aw, it's ok, bye
Lune looked, read. She didn't blush or anything. She just found it... Ehm, she didn't got word for describe it. She looked Prophet. His ears layed on his neck, and he blushed, shy and embarrassed. Lune smiled softly, stars dancing in her blue eyes.
"Nobody said it on me, never. I'm... honored. It's so beautiful... You write very well... I wonder why there's no word for describe what I feel now. I'll just say thank you. Really... There's so much of feelings in what you write... You're talented. You know how touch the hearts of the others."
She licked his forehead for thanks him. She tried to memory the poem for don't forget it. She had a good memory, but as it was beautiful, she had to repeat it much of time in her head. She was... In the clouds ? Maybe because it was the first time that someone gave her a poem, maybe because this poem spoke of an angel and that this angel was her, maybe because... Maybe because it was all in this, justly ?
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His own amber-coloured eyes