The steps are slow and the way is narrow, the path that leads from might-have-been to may-be. A trusting hand and a patient heart that asks nothing but trust and offers the burning, lingering promise of everything. One risk, one word of assent carries such dreams into a future of fire. It is not boldly we go, but bravely. One breathless kiss and a leap of faith.
Burn with me.
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Speaking metaphorically, of course. It's a habit that's hard to give up. One puff of breath is never enough. You'll find you want to take another.
Mister Vimes
Only Human
- Samuel Vimes
- Norcross, GA, United States
- By his own account he was a skinny, balding, unshaven collection of bad habits marinated in alcohol, although these days he is better shaved and doesn't drink. Partly as a result of this latter fact, he is morose, cynical and ridiculously - and to his own embarassment - soft-hearted in certain circumstances. He is almost certainly one of Nature's policemen; it has been said of him that his soul burns to arrest the Creator of the universe for getting it wrong. He loathes kings, and hates undead and assassins. He is also unashamedly speciesist - he deeply dislikes trolls and dwarfs, but in an almost proprietyroial way, so that he has risked his life and badge to defend them merely so that he can continue to dislike them. He hates the city in the same way; it's his to hate.
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