I love you, my reviewers! I just now realized how great it is from you to always drop me a line when there's not even a plot you could comment on XD so thanks a thousand times conception, Allendra, Riiko, shadowfire, Saint Mirror and sophia666 (welcome to my little story, by the way)!
I've tried something new here...I wrote from Kitty's POV. I hope it worked...enjoy!
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How Bartimaeus is?
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Not easy…no one could claim to really know him, see? It's not what he wants, so it doesn't happen.
How I would describe him?
…sometimes there's this boy with the warm smile. It's a smile that makes you feel as if you're something special. And then sometimes his gaze becomes distant somehow and he's in another world…then you can see how time slowly flows by when you look into his dark, dark eyes.
What is he looking at then? Who is he thinking about? No one will ever know. That prat just loves being a mystery.
Spending time…no, being together with Bartimaeus is like catching snow. He's there, but I suspect that my hand can never really reach him.
Which is, I sometimes think, quite a pity. But most of the time his mere presence is enough for me. I can be strong because of him.
What makes me strong is my knowledge that I did something right once in my life, my journey to the Other Place. It gives me hope that my life will be all right eventually.
The Other Place…I think I might like to try it again one day.
When I think about it at night, I wish I could have enjoyed it more…I ache for a feeling of unity and comfort. I think of Bartimaeus and me, being together at his home.
And for now, what propels me forward is the strength of that memory.
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by the way, I wrote this to distract me from thinking too much about the last chapter from conception's story...I think my face might stay just how I described it to you, pal. that's very not pretty, and people stare. Is it very pathetic to beg for an update in my own authors's note? probably. Forget what I said, I'm begging for reviews instead.