Date: 2009-01-24 05:24 am (UTC)
chesspolitik: (Gonna Be Your Wound)
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Anatoly groaned softly, slipping his hands underneath Lex to pull her flush against him. It was easy in this moment to forget everything but the feel of her underneath his fingers - softer, more rounded, but still containing, somehow, that unique quality that was Lex.

"You did," he breathed into her ear, lightly tracing the shell with his tongue. "You did, indeed."
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

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