Date: 2010-02-27 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com
Roger sat carefully, eyes never leaving Anatoly's face, even as the Russian dodged and darted his gaze. He was familiar with the idea that words never seemed to come out right when they needed to. Hell, if Roger didn't have a melody to back it, sometimes he could barely speak at all.

"No-- what happened?" Roger asked, sitting forward on the edge of the chair.
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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)

The Past Players

The Crazy Wheel

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