Tide

[jeitaken]

Everyone is talking about picnics.....


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The air flows from the coast... the full moon, the running tide, the heavy stink of the people and the sea -- two more days and it's so much easier to concentrate during the day, with -- with....

The moon is whispering to me. He will ride high tonight; I can hear him.

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*closes his journal, listening for a moment to the quiet of the house; then slips out the door, fully intending to be back in time: he would never deliberately endanger the innocent, especially Vivi, but something deep within him is excited and stirred by the gravitational fluxes and the quality of the light on his skin, and the beach is right nearby, with the sun's last light glancing at him from the surface of the waves....*

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[jeitaken.livejournal.com]

..So many unusual things. *trails off into unsettling laughter*

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[bitchofawitch.livejournal.com]

...Like what?

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[jeitaken.livejournal.com]

*a sort of half-whisper* Did you know that the sea sounds like voices?

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[bitchofawitch.livejournal.com]

...I never paid all that much attention to it. Though I've only seen the damn thing once or twice.

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[jeitaken.livejournal.com]

*laughing again, strange and hoarse*

It is not like me... the moon raises it up.

Or maybe.....

*stands up, shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed as if something pains him, hardly knowing what he's saying anymore*

..It rises, and the moon sets it free.....