Post by gagefaust on Jan 21, 2010 19:48:14 GMT
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LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACES
little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
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Gage was always going to be that one weird kid that no one really talked to. It was a fact, like the sun rising and setting everyday. The inescapable conclusion that he would probably live out the rest of his days in relative solitude did not seem to bother him, at least not how he carried on. Today the hooligan had decided that perhaps his time would be best spent in the greenhouses just outside the stone walls of Hogwarts, his mind best put at ease by the humidity in the air and the smell of earth and plant life.
Walking with a spring in his step he was soon confronted by the veridian glass that always seemed to cheer him. Humming under his breath he slipped in the door and was confronted by a cacophany of noise that the untrained ear would not hear. Plants growing, their roots stretching and unfurling beneath the dirt in their planters. Flowers unfurled for him as he walked by, doffing his hat in respect and murmuring something that sounded like, "Ladies."
Mud-stained jeans shifted as mischievous viney plants snaked out, playfully snapping at the seat of his jeans. A surprised laugh flew from his mouth as he fiddled with the odd case on his back. Turning over a gargantuan pot he hopped up and unzipped the strange Muggle contraction--producing a rather weather-beaten guitar from its dark confines. Stroking the wood his fingers ran across the strings, a brief thrill of music vibrating through the quiet. Gage could sense his audience was paying attention as he smiled again, "Any special requests?"
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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tagged; Anyone
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; So Much To Say by Dave Matthews Band
word count; 2 7 0
outfit; link for outfit here
credit; to brooke from caution