An AU twist on recent events.
Dec. 15th, 2005 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_flowersBlodwen Rowlands is sitting at a table with a clear view of the windows and the front door. She doesn't seem to mind the cold at all, to judge by her warmly contented smile.
The knife-sharp silver knitting needles in her hands click and flash merrily in point and counterpoint as she works. This evening's project is as white as the snow outside, and shot through with a gleam of silver thread. The shape is indeterminate at present, and it's hard to tell just what it might be.
Her eyes are bright and clear as she watches the room.
The knife-sharp silver knitting needles in her hands click and flash merrily in point and counterpoint as she works. This evening's project is as white as the snow outside, and shot through with a gleam of silver thread. The shape is indeterminate at present, and it's hard to tell just what it might be.
Her eyes are bright and clear as she watches the room.
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Date: 2005-12-16 07:19 am (UTC)Blodwen laughs, and tells him,
"Goodness me, pretty bird, but I am." Leaning closer, she confides as if to a friend,
"I have even made them, before. A lovely thing it is, the scent of cookies baking in the early morning on a cold day."
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Date: 2005-12-16 07:21 am (UTC)"It is possible that you are my new favorite person."
More than possible, really.
It is a certainty.