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Different Kinda Love Tale
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A/N: Ok so I wrote this on too little sleep, listening to Cher, and having been reading too much... Don't blame me when this story goes wacky.
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You are walking through a market place when you are stopped by the sight of a beautiful stand. The walls are clean white, green gauze drapes hang from doweling rods. A large sign painted clearly in violet reads: Sgeul from Elsewhere. Intrigued you walk closer. A lovely woman dressed in a layered skirt made from the same gauze as the drapes and a tawny strapless shirt walks out of the stand. Silver bangles hang from her wrists, bells ring form their place about her ankles. Thinking her a gypsy you begin to walk away. Like magic she is in front of you, smiling.
"Oh, no my dear, do not leave. I have some thing you might like. I am Sgeulaiche, the story teller. Please come, sit, enjoy a nice cup spiced wine while I spin you a tale," The woman says. Never once does the smile leave her lips. You find yourself smiling also, strangely you follow her into the stand... and find yourself somewhere else altogether.
A/N: I promise that the next chapter will contain fan fiction but I had to begin the story. Things like the living circle, Discipline, Lark, Rosethorn, and some others will appear. Please bear with me until then.
Different Kinda Love Tale
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A/N: Ok so I wrote this on too little sleep, listening to Cher, and having been reading too much... Don't blame me when this story goes wacky.
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You are walking through a market place when you are stopped by the sight of a beautiful stand. The walls are clean white, green gauze drapes hang from doweling rods. A large sign painted clearly in violet reads: Sgeul from Elsewhere. Intrigued you walk closer. A lovely woman dressed in a layered skirt made from the same gauze as the drapes and a tawny strapless shirt walks out of the stand. Silver bangles hang from her wrists, bells ring form their place about her ankles. Thinking her a gypsy you begin to walk away. Like magic she is in front of you, smiling.
"Oh, no my dear, do not leave. I have some thing you might like. I am Sgeulaiche, the story teller. Please come, sit, enjoy a nice cup spiced wine while I spin you a tale," The woman says. Never once does the smile leave her lips. You find yourself smiling also, strangely you follow her into the stand... and find yourself somewhere else altogether.
A/N: I promise that the next chapter will contain fan fiction but I had to begin the story. Things like the living circle, Discipline, Lark, Rosethorn, and some others will appear. Please bear with me until then.