Honey & Wine
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delphicponderingsMortal Love is the licking of honey from thorns -Anonymous
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She always had a sneaking suspicion Bacchus would have a soft spot or favor for the Wacky World of Wonderland.
Where as the Grey Eyed goddess of Warfare and Crafts, might take a fancy to her quicksilver & Brilliant mercurial mooded friend.
Much like she had with Odysseus. Both of them had wit and charisma that was for sure..though if they had the same weaknesses..well they had at least one in common. Pride in their abilities and trust in certain sorts of people. There we're times she thought John would make a fine little piggy going wee wee wee. squee squee squee..{we should make him squeeelll. }
{no now stop that. } She be-raided herself and tries not to smirk at the mental image, and covered her hand with her mouth slightly as she perched her left leg half raised, half bent on the comfty tall backed chair in her romping room , decorated at the moment semi jungle themed a cheetah print of material hung on the back of the glinting throne like chair. She ruffles and runs a hand through her hair with a sigh.
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She always had a sneaking suspicion Bacchus would have a soft spot or favor for the Wacky World of Wonderland.
Where as the Grey Eyed goddess of Warfare and Crafts, might take a fancy to her quicksilver & Brilliant mercurial mooded friend.
Much like she had with Odysseus. Both of them had wit and charisma that was for sure..though if they had the same weaknesses..well they had at least one in common. Pride in their abilities and trust in certain sorts of people. There we're times she thought John would make a fine little piggy going wee wee wee. squee squee squee..{we should make him squeeelll. }
{no now stop that. } She be-raided herself and tries not to smirk at the mental image, and covered her hand with her mouth slightly as she perched her left leg half raised, half bent on the comfty tall backed chair in her romping room , decorated at the moment semi jungle themed a cheetah print of material hung on the back of the glinting throne like chair. She ruffles and runs a hand through her hair with a sigh.
