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[IC (Norrien)]
[A crumpled note is stuck to the page, in Krestin's messy scrawl. All it says is "I love you". ]
fuck.
his stuff's gone. cats are gone. that's all he left behind, I
he said he'd explain if he ever left but how come that means he's gotta LEAVE
guess he needs space.
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[IC (Ceirin, WrA)] More mail~
[Another letter for Llevandir, this time in a rainbow of inks. The color shifts at random points throughout the letter, apparently switching as the fancy struck. A small package accompanies the letter.]
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[IC (Rynlan)]
I've had more awkward talks, though I suspect she's going to be getting an earful of gossip and assumptions from that other healer. Fairly sure I know exactly what kind of look that was, though I'm not sure just how far off those assumptions are going to be, really- nor am I entirely sure I care what they think of them at the moment.
That could ( Read more... ) -
[IC (Rynlan)]
I don't know what to do with this.
Something is undeniably wrong here, and I'm not sure whether the trouble is with the situation or in my own reaction to it (which was admittedly poor, and still is.) Either I really am every bit as desperate as I feel, or I shouldn't even be feeling like this is the case; neither of these is exactly a good side to ( Read more... ) -
[IC (Rynlan)]
This isn't working. Not like it did the last time, anyway, it's proving next to impossible to just set it aside and if I don't do something about this-- I don't know.
The situation is different.
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[IC (Ceirin, WrA)] Mailtime.
[A letter addressed to one Magister Dawnshaper. The envelope is addressed in a sparkling purple ink, the letter written in a deep shade of pink.]
Dear
Mister
Magister Dawnshaper,
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[IC (Norrien)]
Shit, it's been a while. Been way too distracted with everything going on, haven't even been in the book that much. Kinda busier working on stuff here, keeping an eye on Kres before that to make sure he wasn't about to go batshit again and all that and okay, where the fuck to start.
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[IC (Rynlan)]
Things are better, or so I'm told. I've heard that I look better. Sound better. It likely helps that they're actually speaking to me this time, but. Well.
It's hard to judge this sort of thing objectively but I'm still not sure I feel like myself. At least not the self I knew best. I know I was better at-- dealing with things, it really shouldn't be ( Read more... ) -
[Writing] Fact and fiction.
She crosses one leg over the other, feet dangling off the edge of the table she's perched on like she belongs there.
"C'mon," somebody says, "can't just say you know a story and not tell it!"
A thoughtful hum, hands propped behind her as her boots swing idly back and forth. "Dunno," she answers with a smirk, "you've kept me talkin' all damned night! ( Read more... )