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hammerhead22, I couldn't find a pretty stone.


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Aug. 27th, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)
Besides the lips, I am SO with you!
Aug. 27th, 2005 05:27 am (UTC)
I'm going to have to do this to the rest of them now.
Aug. 27th, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
Okay, that's just SCARY.

Aug. 27th, 2005 05:29 am (UTC)
I found a really, really cool gargoyle on-line today ::points at icon:: and it made me wish there was a gargoyle!SYNC AU out there to read. :o)
I'll warn you now - I'm gonna probably do this to the rest of the guys too. :o)
Aug. 27th, 2005 04:13 pm (UTC)


I might have to take a minute to wrap my brain around that one. :)

Aug. 27th, 2005 09:24 am (UTC)
Wow, that's really cool.
Aug. 28th, 2005 02:15 am (UTC)
Thanks! Sadly I did the other four as well {to be posted}

I think I got it out of my system. :o)
Aug. 27th, 2005 04:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, dangit.


There was a time when he was the Green Lion, once long ago when people remembered where they came from and they would leave him offerings of milk and honey and he was something to be feared and respected, then; but humans have short memories and when something's gone they sometimes stop thinking about it altogether.

Times are hard, but he does his best. He takes on new incarnations, Robin Goodfellow one century and Robin Hood the next, but inside he's always the same and his mouth tastes of the rustling of leaves and the high green music of branches in the wind. The Christians come and they bring him into the church -- and oh that makes him laugh to think of the Lord of Misrule taking up roots in their stuffy stone houses of God! -- but all the same he feels it's his due. Even in warm, fragrant Borneo and India where there's no change from cold white winter to lush verdant summer they need him, and they name him "The Face of Glory" and that's more like being the Green Lion with its lips full of branches than he's ever going to be again.

Some people call him John Barleycorn or Silvanus or Okeanus, but it's Jack-in-the-Green that he likes best because it sounds most like this century's chosen name of JC. Times change, and as times go he's more likely to decorate pencil cases and t-shirts these days than the tympanum on a chantry chapel, but the people will dance to his music again, and his mouth still tastes of wood and berries.
Aug. 28th, 2005 02:19 am (UTC)
God! This took my breath away. It's like poetry! So, so beautiful. Thank you. m=now my mouth tastes of sun and swaying grass.

I've done it to the others too. [to be posted]

::re-reads:: *sigh* how do you do that?! ::marvels!::
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