Sunlight
The first day of spring and, as if commanded by some higher power, the City leaps to life. New green unfurling on the trees, the growing smell, the bright sun warm upon white stone.
She finds him in the archives, half-buried under scrolls and the weight of the past, lost in translation. He blinks like an owl when he sees her. There is dust upon his cheek.
She kisses it away. Soon they are walking again in the garden. It is twenty years to the day since they first saw each other and the world turned from its dark side.
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Date: 2010-01-25 05:31 pm (UTC)You're very welcome. And happy drabbles should be shared with everybody, especially on a Monday at the office. :)
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Date: 2010-01-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(Hope the title suits OK.)
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Date: 2010-01-25 09:58 pm (UTC)Because of 'the weight of the past', I'll forgive you another dusty archives.
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Date: 2010-01-25 10:02 pm (UTC)I am so glad the Steward still has time to get lost and dusty in the archives...
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Date: 2010-01-26 05:31 pm (UTC)Gosh darn it how does that dust get in there!
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Date: 2010-01-26 05:34 pm (UTC)Did you see that
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Date: 2010-01-27 10:51 am (UTC)Yes please!
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