It is a couch, of Ionic motif. White cushions. Black silk sheets, woven Night. White down pillows - more pillows that one can count. And plants. The usual sort. Poppies, marijuana, morning glories...
[you know, your everyday hallucinogenic plants :'D]
Aurora does not dare rise over it. No mortal has ever reached it, and even Iris, messenger of the gods, has trouble keeping awake when she visits.
[here we go more waxing eloquent about greek mythology blah blah]
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Date: 2009-08-25 07:26 am (UTC)It is a couch, of Ionic motif. White cushions. Black silk sheets, woven Night. White down pillows - more pillows that one can count. And plants. The usual sort. Poppies, marijuana, morning glories...
[you know, your everyday hallucinogenic plants :'D]
Aurora does not dare rise over it. No mortal has ever reached it, and even Iris, messenger of the gods, has trouble keeping awake when she visits.
[here we go more waxing eloquent about greek mythology blah blah]