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Posts : 10035 Join date : 2010-05-04 Age : 27 Location : butthole PA
| Subject: Managing Viability [private to Poppy] Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:09 pm | |
| "i used to rule the world seas would rise when i gave the word..." William | Trevor | MichaelsWill Michaels, son of Roxanne, daughter of Zeus, therefore grandson of Zeus, sat nestled in the crooks of the large pine three that once held his half-aunt, Thalia. Being the grandson of Zeus, he had quite a few aunts and uncles. He sat on a soft, plaid, wool blanket with a small book in his hand. A book of poetry.
People didn't think that Will was that deep, but he was. He read books of poetry like any other deep kid. He had a tumblr, like every other deep kid. Will's steely-gray, blue gaze drifted away from the words on the pages up to the skies. It was cloudy today with heavy, dark clouds in the distance. Snowclouds. Hopefully, Mr. D would let it snow this year.
Will personally loved the snow, not as much as the Khione kids, but he still liked the snow. The corner of his mouth turned upwards at the thought of snow.
"now in the morning i sleep alone sweep the streets i used to own..." | |
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| Subject: Re: Managing Viability [private to Poppy] Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:33 pm | |
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‘I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree’ Poppy, weaving the border between camp and the other side of the hill, Poppy was suprised to find the Zeus cabin leader sitting upon the frosty grass under Thalia's Pine. Her eyes were brown today, and she wore normal contacts instead of her her usual blue ones. She looked down a bit, and smiled. Looking up back at Will, Poppy sat down next to him on the wool blanket. ... "Still reading your book of poems, eh?" Poppy said, looking awkwardly over his shoulder and at the book. She read a poem... Then two... Then three... Darn it! Who knew poems could be so addicting? She thought it was all a bunch of words, like a book, but shorter. "Do you think Mr. D. would make it snow this year?" Poppy asked, looking at her black combat boots.
‘I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you’ |
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