IC CONTINUATIONS STUFF

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[since my other two continuation posts are like 1000 comments each let's make a new one]

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[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

She has good taste, I have to say.

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So read! [flops back against, relaxing]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[flips it open to a page, and reads quietly, evenly:]

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

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[GEEZ, reddens a little]

I-I didn't know I got you such an embarrassing book!!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[pauses] You didn't?

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. . . I wanted one that was--embarrassing--but I didn't know it was that embarrassing--

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

... I liked it?

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. . . [red] Well, uh, keep going . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[eyes him curiously for a moment, then goes on:]

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

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That's really embarrassing!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

I don't have to read any more--?

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You can do another one . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

Are you certain?

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You sound pretty good reading them.

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

But if you don't like what I'm reading, there's little point.

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I didn't--I mean--it's just embarrassing, I didn't say it was bad or anything--it was pretty . . . easy to understand, for poetry . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

There might be something--less embarrassing, if that's what bothers you ...

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. . . It was okay . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[leans forward to hear better]

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I-I said I liked it! God! It's embarrassing!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[you give such mixed messages ...]

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I bet you'd be embarrassed too if I read that to you! Here, I'll do one!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[hands him the book]

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[flops down next to Hakuren and pages through it until he finds a straightforwardly romantic one and reads, in a low, even voice]

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.

[IS ALREADY RED]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[listening quietly, leaning]