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Master Edward Gracey and Sarah (Elizabeth) Evers, in a scene from my current fanfiction, Dance with the Dead
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She was expecting him to agree, disagree; anything would have occurred to her except for what he did in that moment. Edward Gracey took her face in his hands and raised her gently to look at him. Then with the purest sincerity he looked deep into her eyes and said to her,

“Don’t think. Remember.” Then leaning down, he kissed her forehead. The touch of his lips upon her skin made Sarah go numb and in that moment time seemed to stop, both in her hazy past and confusing present. All matter of thought escaped her so that all that remained was the beating of her heart within her chest, the soft brush of his lips, his face so close to where it should be, and the feeling of completeness and security that she felt standing there in his arms.

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I'm not crazy about the words in the image, but hey, I finished this in one sitting. hazah for that!

<-- Here's some more art of Sarah and Master Gracey
A Dance With the DeadSarah stared at the watch on her wrist. Framed in diamonds, it sparkled beautifully in the soft light of their living room. She sighed. How could he do this? Jim had missed so much lately; Michael's games, barbeques with their closest friends, always enveloped in work and separate from the family that needed him. She could tell from his voice on the phone today that his promise to arrive on time was a hollow one, but still she had believed him, trusted that he would remember. And now here she stood, alone, and with only a cold apology resting on her wrist.
Sara sat down on the couch and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew her husband meant well, but it was getting harder and harder to forgive his absence. When they started their business they had been a team, partners in their ambition, young, determined, and dearly in love. But they had made a promise to one another: that they wouldn't lose sight of their family. At the time balancing the kids and their real-estate seemed manageab <-- You can read the story here
The Haunted Mansion. enjoy!

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Master Edward Gracey and Sarah (Elizabeth) Evers, in a scene from my current fanfiction, Dance with the Dead
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She was expecting him to agree, disagree; anything would have occurred to her except for what he did in that moment. Edward Gracey took her face in his hands and raised her gently to look at him. Then with the purest sincerity he looked deep into her eyes and said to her,

“Don’t think. Remember.” Then leaning down, he kissed her forehead. The touch of his lips upon her skin made Sarah go numb and in that moment time seemed to stop, both in her hazy past and confusing present. All matter of thought escaped her so that all that remained was the beating of her heart within her chest, the soft brush of his lips, his face so close to where it should be, and the feeling of completeness and security that she felt standing there in his arms.

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I'm not crazy about the words in the image, but hey, I finished this in one sitting. hazah for that!

<-- Here's some more art of Sarah and Master Gracey
A Dance With the DeadSarah stared at the watch on her wrist. Framed in diamonds, it sparkled beautifully in the soft light of their living room. She sighed. How could he do this? Jim had missed so much lately; Michael's games, barbeques with their closest friends, always enveloped in work and separate from the family that needed him. She could tell from his voice on the phone today that his promise to arrive on time was a hollow one, but still she had believed him, trusted that he would remember. And now here she stood, alone, and with only a cold apology resting on her wrist.
Sara sat down on the couch and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She knew her husband meant well, but it was getting harder and harder to forgive his absence. When they started their business they had been a team, partners in their ambition, young, determined, and dearly in love. But they had made a promise to one another: that they wouldn't lose sight of their family. At the time balancing the kids and their real-estate seemed manageab <-- You can read the story here
The Haunted Mansion. enjoy!