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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 6:04 am
It was a cold night.
Darkling sang, but not often, just a simple trill from time to time to keep him on the right path, whatever the bird might deign for that to be. On a night like this, the chill wind rasping icy gasps down your throat, one did not seek to draw breath where one may not. On a night like this, Flickering did not need much more than that to affirm that, yes, they were still here; yes, they were still flesh.Amorpheous Aaahh here we go! I read back on that ORP and realised I'd forgotten he never told her he can't see well, so that should be fun! XD
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 10:59 am
It was cold tonight, snow crunching underhoof, but still, no night could have rivaled those of the winter before when the snow and wind had ushered in the Totoma.
She walked slowly with no intent. She was only walking because otherwise she would be dreaming. When she breathed deeply she savored the burn of ice going down her throat; it was so cold it was almost burning. Almost, and that was comforting.
She hadn't expected to meet anyone tonight, least of all someone she knew. Her voice carried in the brittle night air, soft and a little shy, "Well met, Flickering."Jun D heee, yes, this is going to be fun! I swear I'm going to get Ember/Left started!
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 2:13 am
He paused mid-step, swaying back, surprised. He hadn't thought - but, oh, there was that blaze. The blurry lick of flame against darkness, the voice like the gentle warmth of a glimmering ember. He remembered.
"Smoldering Reverie," he smiled, "the beautiful name. Well met."
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:28 pm
She ducked her head at his comment, smiling at his words though they sent her back in time within the smoke of her mind. A blink and she returned to the living moment where fires burned rather than smoldering into ash dreams and smoke memories.
"We meet in the snow once more," she remarked quietly as she drew a step closer. It was almost like living a memory, but she did enough of that in her dreams.
Jun D Wahhhh, I'm so sorry for taking so long.
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