Name, story-universe, word, phrase, situations, all good*.
*: The more specific you are ('Arianhrod, "You must be joking", blue cup') the more likely it is to be Very Short.
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Wild Roses
Phoebe, Lehseet, "what is it NOW?" (Sun Queen era)
unexpected rain (Queen-era, Arianhrod, Ulysse)
a metaphorical weather-vane (Jared, pre-Rosenthal)
mud
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a cheshire grin
the smell of burnt hair.
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There really was nothing like the smell of burning hair to bring back ugly memories.
He dragged himself out of bed, getting dressed in four motions, and headed for the engineer's roost.
The passageway was brightly lit--horse's noon to his personal midnight--but it wasn't until he could hear Sascha cursing in some kind of bastard hybrid of Mansi and Polotsovy that he relaxed, just a little, the nightmare retreating back where it belonged. That wasn't the kind of cursing that went with a fight.
He grunted what passed for a greeting before tea when he got to the threshold, and Helena automatically lifted her chin in reply.
The smell was explained when Sascha turned his head, revealing a new configuration of knotted-back dreadlocks, the end of one singed cinder-dark and maybe half the length it'd been at dawn.
"How'd that happen?" he had to ask, and Helena covered her mouth with one hand ( ... )
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i liked: He grunted what passed for a greeting before tea... and the end of one singed cinder-dark and maybe half the length it'd been at dawn.
, phrasing-wise.
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Thanks. :) I'm kinda tangled with this lot of sparks--they're long for sparks, and sometimes weirdly phrased.
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I love this line :)
but yeah, not a nice way to wake up.
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Takashi contrived to look innocent. "They're just monkeys!"
One of the primates yawned, fully exposing its fangs for a long moment before the mouth closed up again.
"That was neat--"
The next monkey choked on a fox head attempting to examine its tonsils from close range.
Arianhrod dragged a hand down her face, watching resignedly as the monkey coughed, turning a mildly betrayed look on its host, who was currently grinning a fox-grin, all points and mischief.
Then she stomped her foot, dust and animals rising as the air swept through the great space at near-whirlwind speeds, coiled up around the mistress of the house's hands, and banished through a newly opened wide window.
She could swear she heard fox laughter above the wind.
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The Morrigan is AWESOME.
I made an attempt at a real reply. Honest I did. The exclamation points just aren't going away.
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