He flickers on the outskirts of Time and it blows him into branches; here, he can be warped or whole, loved or lonely, burning or blooming. A thousand possibilities for Dean Priest; a thousand different lives.
This one's for
wanderlight: two years' worth of promised birthday present, yes indeed. (Uh, Rita's birthday? Was in April. *facepalm*) And I have been
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