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Nov 23, 2009 10:44

[ voice | mostly unhackable ]

Obviously a part of me wants to press it. Sometimes being here for so long makes an elf desperate. Three years and the chance to go home? Who wouldn't? But I don't...

[sigh.]

Can't leave Artemis. Or the police. Sometimes I wonder if this place has become just as much a home to me as Ireland. Maybe that's enough of a warning sign that I should leave while I still can.

[a long, long pause; she's staring the box. When she speaks again, it's a very low murmur.]

But even so, I don't think I could have any of this hanging over me.

[And yet, something in Holly's tone suggests that she's uncertain.]

[ PUBLIC: ]

... I wonder what would happen if I shot that blasted box.

Before I can change my mind.

the architect, stubborn elf, curse, home, 25, boxes, core of steel = win, the city

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