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    ‘Unfair’? She doesn’t think so. Not when it comes to a life-and-death matter like this. It’s not at all unfair, in Osytha’s estimation...
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    The motivation for Osytha’s fear is shared first as a vivid piece of mind’s theatre, something from a night which has been carved deep...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Hush, O Babe.
    Something about the single-mindedness with which Innis pores through those notes makes Osytha’s chest tighten up even more. She’d...
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    This time, she doesn’t flinch away. Osytha turns her head to Rois, her eyes darting briefly to the abrupt motion of a hand toward her...
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    Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home [M].
    That damned grin. Telling her everything’s alright, and oh, how Osytha wants to believe it. Problem is she also believes what else...
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    “Well…” Osytha considers this, finding the distinct taste of hubris upon what Rois seemed to have posed as a rhetorical question, “… in...
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    Guffy grunts and squeaks with excitement as Osytha’s hands reach forward to accept the relinquished pup.“Art tha a feisty radish?” she...
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    COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME HOMESequel to A Little White Lie Mi casa es tu casa. Winter is slow to release its grip, this year. Hochtar...
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    Osytha reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts with Laugh Laugh.
    “Oh, Filly. I am a criminal working in the black market,” A pleasured smile, arms stretched long against the table with a quiet shiver...
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    “Ee… beg pardon.” The knight takes a sheepish toke, still mostly working it with her mouth than her diaphragm. “By ‘allus’ I mean to say...
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    “Uh… you’re going to choke.” A warm, amber sprite dances up right before Osytha’s eyes, heat instantly suffusing against the tip of her...
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    Osytha stares down at the table as Rois speaks… up until he treats her to his caricature impression of a certain yokel knight, and then...
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    “I… I do. I know I can. But—” tortured wool almost squeaks between her white-knuckled fingers; “—but it’s also…” Osytha lifts her eyes...
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    She doesn’t understand. Her eyes are still large with that confusion when Rois takes her hand away from his teeth and, almost tenderly...
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    Complacent. She’s done it before; thought she’s reached some sort of equilibrium with Rois, allowed her guard to come down — and...
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