True Beauty
But yet see we begin to truly see, to see with our souls, the nightingale is silenced, and the lily once again hides, as the lark's harsh cry is carried o're the lighting sky.
Bottles
Nice lark, dylan, nice lark. you're not getting a penny more from me! i'll make sure of that. time is passing. the clock needs winding. damn thing's stopped again, it's always stopping.
Subject #5 Part 4
"what are you reading," lark came in and asked. "a book for dating," i responded. taking the book from my paws and setting it aside she said, "you can't read on how to date someone you need to learn from experience."
Crumbled Crane
My feet move automatically and lark follows me inside. the door shuts behind lark. my feet continue to the bed where a strong hand grips my arm while another delicately wipes my tears away.
The Misadventures of Mr Stanley Smith
"lark. the number is lark's. he bailed me out from a deal gone wrong with a loan i took to buy my first garage. after the shark burned off my property -and nearly myself with it- lark... took care of things.
Transforming Fate (part two of three)
It was at that moment that chaldera and lark returned, making four fae in total.
Home for the Holiday (AS "O")
But he didn't care, he was happy as a lark, happy enough to actually lay an egg. he was heading home to conrad. his jolly song echoed off the hard walls of the hallway leading to their shared flat.
You Will Hear a Bird Fall Ch.4: The World
I looked to my left and saw her and lark lying flat on the roof of a small house. you didn’t protest when i changed course to them. i called out, “what happened, where’s—” lark cut me off by firing her rifle into the street she and swan faced.
The Corrupting Commission: The Tale Continues (part two of three)
The fae paused, giving him a moment to think, though lark regarded him with more suspicion than chaldera. “so…" lark said, addressing max directly. “you want to be a tiger, do you, boy?
The Psychology of a Crush
larks psych class, right?" i raised one of my eyebrows inquisitively. "uh, yeah actually. i am." he made a tsk sound with his tongue and shook his head.
"The Thin Line," Part QQ
I also found out that the lark's rise furs had set fire to their own homes.
Collection of equine themed poems
Scrambling up bareback, that forbidden lark, now the gate is latched and you graze alone. **_dance with me_** a stable houses many heads, well groomed manes and tails.