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A laugh. A heel click. And the snap of his own salute. Over delivered and too spine straight. "Aye, aye, Miss Mystery," smiled soft... -
He pursed his lips at the response, disappointment in the next exhale. “ Shame. “ Could’ve been interesting to listen to, he had...
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"You will do no such damned thing, Syr Kerraelas," came the voice of one Syr Bebin Theros, cutting through the soup of mist swirling...
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Help, yes, that is what she supposed she was here to do. Saskia glanced at Venla with a grimace, hoping she did not take unkindly to the...
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The moment her boots left the threshold of the cell, she felt it. Her pulse kicked hard and fast, suddenly loud in her own ears, and...
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He pocketed the keys without further incident, despite having no use for them. Children, with their wit and their sass — so be it. He...
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Saskia winced the moment she heard and saw Syr Kaarle. She did not hide it, letting her expression freely show just how she was feeling...
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She barely had time to feel the door yield under her hands before there was a body in front of her, blonde braid and a hesitant smile, a...
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He hadn't told them anything, but he had slipped up. Willard couldn't decide which was worse. Shouldn't have lied to them to begin with...
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Just do it. “ I’m busy. “ You are and you aren’t. I’ve chosen you for the job and told the Captain as much. “ Like I’m the only one...
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She had promised to wait outside at Will's insistence, but the anticipation of meeting someone new had turned the Shadow Knight to...
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Verity reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts with
Hogweavin'.
A hand raised; he would not take it! Though, such a statement from someone familiar would have caused him to snatch the plate in a spur... -
Summer; 350 E.O.D. Had to leave before dawn after the daytime fiasco. Stalked to the beach. Went to those cliffs, sober as a glass...
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To follow is a condensed version of my own notes and theories, collected from memory, later research, and all the journals I have...
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Dear Dolores, I will never tell you how cowardly your twin brother is. How he used to cry because by the time he'd taken the full...
