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Yes, I realize there's that word limit thing - which you really made work for you, darling, I'm most impressed. *Would* you consider writing more? Not that you have to, since you sketched out the ending above, but I know you've got that Frank bit, and it's always good to see your mad ensemble writing skillz in action... [See how I'm all subtle and don't mention Bob? I'm sneaky.] ;D

I keep thinking about that singing scene - I can't get the visual out of my head. Gerard on the rocks in the moonlight [I'm assuming there are rocks, since that's traditional and you need somewhere to run the boats aground too], the contrasts of skin, long and sea-drenched drenched black hair, and the emerald of his scales shifting to darker hues where submerged. It's a pretty image to get stuck in my brain, I have to tell you.

You make it so EASY, Terri. :D *smoooches*