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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 1:51 am
Hm. Melanite would give a lot to have seen that Babylon was offended. If he was, and had remained, then that would have been a clear demonstration of the power Babylon's loose lips had given to Melanite. Either way...
He thought of Revmira. The gold flecks in her eyes and the patterns on her nails and the burgundy on her lips. For a moment, his eyes lost focus and he thought about answering honestly: no, he thought, there is no one left that I love, no. Instead he smiled, face jerking back into animation like a puppet. "Of course," he said. "Cousins. Friends. Mostly, though, I have people I ********." The smile turned sardonic, and he began to pack his materials away: wrapping cellophane over the glass and the colors, pouring out the paint-darkened water over a low hedge. "The same time next week, Babylon Knight?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 1:51 am
back to hand and nodded. “Same time next week, Lieutenant Melanite,” he confirmed, and turning, set off for home. Melanite was definitely playing some sort of long game, thought Babylon, although he didn’t think it was the sort that would end in disappointment when he realized Babylon was beyond corruption’s reach. Fair was fair, Babylon was playing a long game of his own.
People he ********> though. Babylon worried his lip. There was no mistaking it: Melanite had been looking for a reaction with that, or else advertising availability. But he wasn’t going to fall for it. He was smarter now than he’d been a few months ago, and now that he was finally with Avalon, a few provocative sentences from an attractive lieutenant weren’t going to turn him from his chosen path.
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