Damn You I Loved You
* * * the taste of a sweet summer grape on his lips for years i chased even now rises the fur of my nape when his face is traced. i strayed and the closest i ever came was when between us stabbed my blade for power, my ambition to blame.
Starset
She looked up startled it was the moon beckoning her with its jaded brilliance indifferent warmth she got up on her hind paws was already in a dash down to the shore she twirled and spun, her tail tracing patterns in the ether she danced
Secrets Ch. 20
After about twenty minutes i have a circle about fifteen feet across with all the necessary runes traced around the outer edge.
Doc-Ep20-Exploration-
"i don't sense anyone else besides us.. or any traces of someone else being here either." "so that means whatever the source of this chaos is somewhere in here...."
TMF-Ep23-Magic Vigilante-
Throughout the team's break they try to gather information on levi even with wyatt's help but even he could not sense anything from him or detect any traces of magic.
In The End
Will all traces of us fade away forever? or will we live on in the memory of those we love or in someone or something greater than ourselves?
Love's Labour's Won
Stage directions are meaningless, so we stagger, we haggardly wrangle with these tenuous traces lingering fingerings to lutes we shan't play. o, to be the poison in my ear! to be the happy dagger!
Synesthesia
Perhaps those who can trace the topography of a smell see it more clearly than the rest of us.
The Journey of the Dark Crystal: Chapter 17
"that's strange...if you claimed never touching any blood, why...why rico and baritgetv had...traces of blood on them?"
The Other Dragon World: Chapter 6
Three hours later, only seraphor went back to the assembly point, without seeing any traces of his friends ever returning.
Magical Pet Shop: Joseph
There was still a small trace of black hair atop his head that had been shaved down. other than that, no trace of the person he had been seemed to remain. he had large round ears atop his head and a muzzle! he looked like some kind of cat!
Mirror Fragments
I whisper, tracing my fingers down the glass. here stands me, this noxious creature. at my reflection, another, more noxious--shaped around alien ideals: womanhood that wags its tail at me.