My mouth tastes of ginger and mango.

[taennyn]

In other news, I think I need

sparks!

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Edit: Since LJ no longer allows us to have comment titles at all, here's what's been done so far. :)

Wild Roses:
Cat's eyes, or something else, in the verge of a darkening forest. - early Trickwood Unification, Geoffrey, Hernén, several wolves
new and interesting ways to give yourself a headache -

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[taennyn]

Ornate brass filigree on a darkly stained box. - Deaths, early campaign era, Eduard De'Ath and the Morrigan, around the time of mutual bribery

There was a box on his counter when he rose the next morning. It wasn't his; he'd have remembered laying hands on anything with that much inlaid filigree, for all it was beginning to tarnish into the darkly stained wood.

It wasn't his, but it wasn't locked, either, just equipped with a lacy latch, and while he started coffee brewing he opened it.

He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. The box was in the kitchen, set on the counter near his coffee stores and the unholy assemblage of the Morrigan's current tea-brewing apparatus. He wouldn't have been surprised to see something related to either.

But the box was half-full of hair pins, a motley of metals and finishes, none of which he'd ever seen her wear. When he poked around inside the box a little, he found several were strung together, blue faience beads alternating with small gold donuts on something flexible, and two hat pins that sparked agreeably when his finger brushed the ends.

Steel hat pins. They'd been on her when she was fighting, if maybe not what she'd been using to fight with, and he carefully re-latched the box and put it back where he'd found it, wondering all over again how she avoided leaving accidental deaths scattered in her wake like fallen leaves.

[klgaffney]

he unholy assemblage of the Morrigan's current tea-brewing apparatus.

*snork* i just like that phrasing, okay?

how she avoided leaving accidental deaths scattered in her wake like fallen leaves

i like that too, altho the imagery should probably be more terrifying than shiny. =D
also, i for one would not expect her to go out without her hair looking just so, no matter the cries of "think of the children general populace, woman!"

[billradish]

and the unholy assemblage of the Morrigan's current tea-brewing apparatus

<3

Steel hat pins. They'd been on her when she was fighting, if maybe not what she'd been using to fight with, and he carefully re-latched the box and put it back where he'd found it, wondering all over again how she avoided leaving accidental deaths scattered in her wake like fallen leaves.

I love the thought that she might use those as a weapon. And the imagery of that last bit is lovely.