| Middeh |
Her hands kept its careful poise upon the black keys, fingertips brushed against the small prints of ivory letters. Her gaze, still fixed on the bright screen, the white page of the document still clean. Still untouched. She, simply, waited. .for that voice. xx Maybe. Just maybe, I'll write fanfiction. I usually don't keep up with it! I either hold it off for a year or two, or delete it. Or just write very, very, very slow. ;D I'll read yours though.. and criticise O: (cracks knuckles.) 3 Ja ne. luminafeather (at) hotmail (dot) com | |||||||