Well, *huh*

Beats me why I wrote this anyway, but two consecutive legible pages in a first draft by moi makes for a red-letter week. Not to mention two pages I actually enjoy re-reading. ^^; It would seem that I don't often feel free to let out all the stops prose-wise; the stylistic constraints dictated by the story take precedence... This *is* near the beginning of the fic. It has a weird structure.

I have officially ripped off Anne Golon as well as Frances Hodgson Burnett. And you have no *idea* how long I've waited to use this line as a fic title. XD

( Darken His Eyes With Thy Tresses )