Appreciation in Instants

by Amy L. Hull

For wiliqueen as a party favor in LJ's 2010 Fkficfest challenge

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The stars shimmered and the half moon glowed high above them. The ethereal beauty was magnificent, majestic. Whenever Nick mourned the loss of sunlight, she wondered at his inability to appreciate the delicacy of the reflections from the moon, framed against a velvet sky.

They had flown against that sky this perfect night. Her gowns were flattering, stylish. The servant girl earlier was exhilarating. The opera was sublime. LaCroix was already three months in Calais and Nick's heart was as gay as Vienna itself.

Janette found these moments quite pleasant, even if this life, as with any, was but borrowed.

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