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It was only after Marian had invited Robin for a meal that she started to think on it, and that perhaps it was not the best of ideas. Robin, Silence and she, all in one place for an extended period of time. She would not go back on her invitation, she would simply make the best of it, as she was sure the others would as well ( Read more... ) -
[for Silence]
Marian stirred slightly, her arm tangled in fabric, either of her shift, or the light sheets they had taken to sleeping with since the warm weather had returned. She could feel Silence's eyes on her, tilting her head toward him with a smile. "Is it morning already?"
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Continued from hereHis breath catches, his fingertips resting softly against her lips as he shifts against her. It matters not, in that moment, what they should not do--what matters is that whatever he will, he doesn't know precisely what it is, what the two of them might do ( Read more... ) -
[for Silence]
Marian wasn't sure if she was happy that Silence was not about when she arrived back at their hut. It did give her some time to think as she shook out the laundry, trying to get the dust and dirt off it from where she'd dropped it ( Read more... ) -
[for Silence]
Marian had spent much of the past week testing her luck with the bookshelf. It had yielded her such titles as Making Every Man Want You, Men are like Fish, and Dating for Dummies. While she did not think any of these were that appropriate she and taken them all, studying them as she could. Often she became frustrated, or disgusted even, throwing ( Read more... ) -
[for silence]
It was abominable. A floating woman had put her in a terrifying outfit that was completely indecent. And the shoes! She didn't know anything so ridiculous existed. They hung from her hand as she ran, hoping to find someone who would undo this monstrosity for her. -
[for Chase]
Marian had promised Silence that she would not share his secret, yet she needed to speak to someone. She had spent hours on her knees that night, the beads clacking together through her fingers. Their noise was a familiar comfort, but no matter how much she prayed, no answers came to her. She could only think of her feelings for Silence, and her ( Read more... ) -
It is nothing, the wound, it will heal
It was Much that had given it away. With his nervous chatter as he brought the things that Djaq requested. The way he attempted to reassure both she and Robin, and then ran out, but not before giving her the flask of wine. The way Much was acting was wrong. Very wrong. There was little else it could be ( Read more... )
