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silence reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private Angels Do Not Tread Here [M] with
Love.
She clings like she’s frightened he’d start running, abandon them all and their questions and deprive them of answers they’ve been... -
"Listen well, Yoton; strategy is said to be very important in times of war. It is also argued that improv is the most valuable skill one...
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Dregs of breath steamed out from flared nose. Stars popping back into the darkness of his eyelids as his lashes winked open. Lips parted...
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silence reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private Angels Do Not Tread Here [M] with
ples.
“I don’t know why you feel the need to protect me.” Glimmering eyes never meet hers, the tenseness of his form is held by the approach... -
“You should hide, Syr, I will handle the rest. This elicits a succinct gesture from Osytha, her hand raised to head height in a...
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His eyes went on looking. At how her lip quivered. At how her cheeks burned. Whole of him felt that little tug against the hem of his...
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silence reacted to Hla the Sightless Seer's post in the thread Private Locked Out of Heaven with
Cozy.
Hla's face twisted into pure confusion. Jazz... hands? "I.. am afraid I haven't experienced that before today. Perhaps the dances you... -
“Good enow.” Osytha’s lips twist, lopsided, as she takes the rope and begins to loop it into a lariat. “Not my preferred method, but I...
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The conversation wrapped up and everyone left the table right when Rowan had scraped the last bite of soup out from the bottom of the...
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Garrod blinked at the show of it all. Scratched his chin with his gloved right hand. Could still feel the claws about him. Their weight...
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In they went. First steps taken thoughtlessly. One two, buckle my shoe. Three four, through the door. "Oh, hey, look at that!" Roki...
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Dula pauses at the bottom of the stairwell. Does not follow her further into the dark. "My family," he says. Heels scuff against the...
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The room was well lit, despite the shadows that lined the hallways. It was modestly sized for a research facility, containing only the...
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Where 3693 Should Be It was a smouldering window which lead out to the arena below. A gap that let the grand structure of cruelty...
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silence reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private Angels Do Not Tread Here [M] with
Fire.
“Who the fuck is Helene Gannorn.” He could feel them afar… stirring souls against the darkness, things that had not fled from the...
