Off White Wolf Comics Die Sammler (the collector) ~ 7 (II) /? 11-01-11

Today is a Tuesday special for my dear marbius , and I want to share with her devoting Chapter 7 (II) DS \u0026lt;3
is short, sweet and my MUSOs have not worked too much (I have to admit) I hope the baby
supply all its shortcomings: 3

A big kiss to all ~





As always, thanks Candy:)



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The sun still shone on the branches of old oak, filling the air with a fine powder dowould be of little yellow flowers that shine in the sun, "she said dreamily around you always smell good!, and butterflies and fireflies in perch your petals to keep you company. It would be nice, "she sighed.

"It would be wrong" Tom laughed, imagining himself with flowery head full of bugs. Since then the lyricism was not for him.

- Ah! "Continued" And then, in autumn flowers become tiny, round fruitripen to take the color of amber, and be juicy and sweet as honey drops, so rich that everyone would want to try ... I always would have friends and no one would go hungry because of you, would not you like that? "The boy nodded dreadlocks. I could feel the loneliness and melancholy of Bill burning after each word, his rare wisdom.

"I think I've convinced," he said, taking her hand, but I promise that if one day it starts to grow fruit in the head after falling round I'll come, "he laughed scare to share with you.Simone edia 'five minutes' before having to leave his bed soft and warm to go to school! In those five minutes he signed a truce with reality, and was preparing to retreat away from that fact fluffy pillows, comforters and dreams.
course was never enough.

-Bill ...

-Nooo ...

- Do not want your gift? -Tom tabs Bill felt fluttering in his neck and his fingers to loosen the grip. He smiled.

-Umm ... Yes, "she whispered, spreading a little" Yes I want &; Mdash; Her face and lips were tinged with a blush, the dreadlocks could not take his eyes off him, and I would not much they could "I know what it is - announced full of joy.

"Well, you know ... take it," he said, recovering the ground and putting scissors in his hand again. Bill looked at her a moment to shine in his palm, like a strange bug and did not know what to do with it, but then the grasped with alacrity. Then he looked at Tom.
For a moment her heart forgot to beat. The

rarlas could cross the sky at the speed of desire, or fly with complete freedom to every corner of the world ... He would have stayed there, sitting under that old oak tree, with eyes closed and feeling the fingers of light playing Bill with her hair caught in their magic.

-Tom-called whisper-looking -: A long rasta color of wheat wore in her palm outstretched Do you see? Is a root of the tree of your dreams.

-O tree of my dreams, "she smiled, looking hole in his head that would have left rasta thin, but not FOUNDro. Seeing how Bill tickled her gift and strange whispering chants, he felt complete in all respects.

-Doodle, hurricane, cinnamon, gotu, pan, gadget, unicorn ... "Tom reached to listen, while the rasta boy cradled in his hands.

- Are magic words? "He laughed How abracadabra? "Bill looked at him with big eyes, not understanding what he meant.

- Magic? "For a moment seemed to hesitate &The boy lit up like a lantern. Took their threadbare backpack a little metal box, wrapped in the thin finger rasta carefully to make a ball and put it inside. I have

"I said with a cheerful smile. Tom smiled back, but at that moment, like a flash, he remembered the words of the boy when he gave 'Bill', the doll made for him:

'"So who is Bill ... I like "Tom lied to the intense gaze of Bill, who started to clap for joy around the room.

"You got me," he whispered close to his ear. "


I have you.
I have.
I have you.
I have.

were just words, but think of them caused him a distant earthquake.
That evening in the forest, Tom felt vulnerable, like a gentleman who takes his armor against the enemy on their own volition. But Bill was not his enemy.
Of course it was not.


Bill was not his enemy, but could be even more dangerous, defenses no longer cared.
His tenderness had disarmed.