Anatoly and Florence Thread

Date: 2009-08-04 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hungarianheart.livejournal.com
Florence murmured sleepily, reluctant to join the world of the conscious so soon. But Anatoly was awake, or nearly so, judging from the movement on his side of the bed, which meant she needed to get up.

"Give me a second, Tolya, and I'll get up and get the coffee started," she mumbled, reaching blindly for his arm. "You want the shower first?"
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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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