Date: 2009-03-18 02:34 am (UTC)
chesspolitik: (Gonna Be Your Wound)
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In that moment, Anatoly was sure he had found complete and utter joy at last. Home was here, home was in Lex's arms. Home was Lex. If he ever had entertained a moment of doubt, they would have been all wiped away in this moment.

"So beautiful," he murmured in her ear, pressing soft kisses in her hair. He moved with her, still careful to keep his pace slow and steady. He was not so lost in this haze of absolute pleasure as to forget this was her first time, in a manner of speaking.
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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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