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Post by Onzy on Nov 13, 2010 19:39:28 GMT
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And with the faint taste of cigarettes
You write Hallelujah songs
Ain’t it wonderful, you feelin’ alright, so I tickle up your backbone
And at the break of the day you sank into your dream world
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The biting cold wind blew and the bare branches swayed in a frenzy dance. A dance that was being echoed in a pasture. a female zipped up the grey jacket she was wearing, and moved with cowboy-boot clad feet. A rhythmic thud, thud of horses hooves echoed her silent movement. A low sigh escaped her lips, but she would not give up. The black gelding kept up his frantic pace of a fast trot, moving into a canter at times. His neck held tension and he blew through his lips. A wisp of white air followed. Both girl and horse were tired. A thin sheen of sweat covered the horse, but none the girl. The dance continued.
Jemma created a round area by cornering off the edges with tarp that had been firmly secured. The new arrival reminded her so much of Spartan, being just as stubborn and hard-willed. Her mind told to continue the chase around the "arena" and she did, but she was tiring. Once again she turned her back on Sherlock as she had nicknamed him, but to no avail. The horse would not change.
Leaving him she went to the paddock fence and grabbed her water bottle. Taking a gulp she perched herself on the fence. Watching she made mental notes. His whole attitude was -leave me alone- but there was a spark of curiosity. Maybe, just maybe, Callum could help her again like he did with Spartan those many years ago. Yet Sherlock was not one for men. It had been clear that day at the Auction, and it was still clear. None of the male barn hands could come close to him, but he would allow females into his stall. Now where was Callum when you needed him.
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And on a date by a chocolate lake down at the rotary
And past town at the edge lookin’ down at butterflies
And at the break of the day you sank into the break of day
You sank into your dream world
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This is written for LOTTIand contains ... words. I used the following lyrics Dreamer: Jenn Grant and my character is wearing the following COMING. I also just want to say ...
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Post by Lottii on Nov 23, 2010 22:32:42 GMT
Callum stumbled down to the pastures, his frozen face covered with salty droplets. He had been heading to a class, but couldn't face it. Black Champagne had been a part of his life since he first went to Blue Ridge, at had stayed with him for the two years following too. Even when the time had come to return to England, Champagne took the flight in his stride. But just a couple of days after arriving, to the college the beautiful gelding had twisted his gut during his first, horrific bout of colic. There was nothing that could have been done to save him, Callum knew that. And the vet had told him that there was nothing he could have done to have prevented it in the first place, it was just one of those things. But Callum was entirely sure he could cope with one of those. The majority of him yearned to take Wallflower and return to his parents home, give up. His relationship with Jemma was debatable, however much they both hoped for it, they hadn't spent enough time together to get back to how it was. On this lonely walk through the green pastures, in such a depressed state, it shocked him to see Jemma working a horse.
Half turning away, he froze for a moment. The girl hadn't seen him yet, too absorbed in her work. He could still leave if he wanted to avoid the situation, with salty tears freezing on his reddened face in the cold. Sighing without making a noise, he settled for moving backwards a little way, where two paddocks were separated by a dense hedge. Standing behind the shelter of it, he could observe Jemma for a moment. Pulling a tissue from the depths of his pocket he dried off his face and tried to calm himself down. Watching her work with a horse was like magic sometimes, and today was no exception. When she seemed to have given up, the girl sat on the fence, still watching the horse. Taking in the horse's looks for the first time, he noted the resemblance to Spartan, the horse that bore several similarities to Champagne.
Shaking the thought from his head, he made his way up to the paddock Jemma was in, calling out his greeting as he approached. He hadn't spoke to her about Champagne yet, and he wasn't sure if he knew. Callum knew she would only offer words of sympathy if she did, but he wasn't sure if that knowledge comforted him. He couldn't avoid the situation now though, and as he neared he realized he did want to see her, a memory surfacing of feeling happier when he could wrap his arms around her. Reaching the gate of the neighboring empty pasture, he slipped through the fence of that one, Jemma being sat on the fence dividing the two. Clearly the horse Jemma was with had some sort of issues, and it was common sense to him not to go in with it. Standing behind Jemma, he was silent, flashing a hollow smile towards her. |
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Post by Onzy on Nov 26, 2010 20:13:29 GMT
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And with the faint taste of cigarettes
You write Hallelujah songs
Ain’t it wonderful, you feelin’ alright, so I tickle up your backbone
And at the break of the day you sank into your dream world
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Jemma watched Sherlock for a little while longer. The gelding wasn't shy, but just needed to trust somebody. Hearing her name being called, she half turned to see Callum walking towards her. She smiled at him, but worry knawed at her mind. His smile wasn't the same, there was something different about it. Jemma hopped off the fence and hugged Callum. His eyes were red which mean't that he had been crying. She wasn't going to force him to tell her what was wrong, but she was curious. She laced her fingers through his, and leaned her body into his taller frame. Sherlock watched the pair and blew through his lips. Jemma smiled at Callum, and slipped through the fence. There's a good boy, she told the horse. She rubbed his forehead and smiled. It was going to be all right now.
Jemma left Sherlock and went back to Callum. What's wrong? she asked. If there was something that she could do to help then, by the Alberta snow she would. Jemma wasn't going to pretend that their relationship was was moonshine and roses, but it was all bad either. At the present moment she didn't want to admit that they were drifting apart. It had lasted so long and she wasn't going to give up on the one she loved. Let's walk, she told him softly, and once more laced her fingers through his.
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And on a date by a chocolate lake down at the rotary
And past town at the edge lookin’ down at butterflies
And at the break of the day you sank into the break of day
You sank into your dream world
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This is written for LOTTIand contains ... words. I used the following lyrics Dreamer: Jenn Grant and my character is wearing the following COMING. I also just want to say Don't like it at all.
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