rose to his Thorn
They can not exist without the other.. His words ring over and over in her mind, His words play over her flesh, she knows without Him she is not complete.

It has now been one year since she first watched Him walk up the pathway to her home.

The odd sensation of her belly still plays each time He enters the room, her flesh tingles when He calls her His.

Everything she is, every thing she will ever be is because of Him... the Thorn that is part of the rose.

eniad... the soulbeast of Thuris

12-9-07
Dream Doorway
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