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charloft -eyes, ears, nose
Sep. 19th, 2011 02:47 pm... a young max
“Before you were even you, I knew you’d have brown eyes.” She’s quiet and introspective, sliding her finger down and along the straight line of your nose. “Silly I know, that I should know such a thing. I just imagined it is all, and then when your eyes had taken in enough of the world, they went from blue to muddy to brown. Like his.”
“I don’t want his eyes, I don’t want his anything.” A scowl from you, that is just like his. “I want what’s you.”
She tugs at your earlobes, ever so slightly detached. “These are mine, my Max. You have his height and his hair and his eyes and at times I think you have his mind. But these,” she kisses you there and tickles you there, “these are all mine.”
“Before you were even you, I knew you’d have brown eyes.” She’s quiet and introspective, sliding her finger down and along the straight line of your nose. “Silly I know, that I should know such a thing. I just imagined it is all, and then when your eyes had taken in enough of the world, they went from blue to muddy to brown. Like his.”
“I don’t want his eyes, I don’t want his anything.” A scowl from you, that is just like his. “I want what’s you.”
She tugs at your earlobes, ever so slightly detached. “These are mine, my Max. You have his height and his hair and his eyes and at times I think you have his mind. But these,” she kisses you there and tickles you there, “these are all mine.”
