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[ephemeralember]

Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon. The scent of fresh snow. Her eyes were dark birds in fresh snow. They were the birds' shadows, they were mirrors; they were the legends on old charts. They were antique armor and the tears of dragons. Her brows were a raptor's sharp, anxious wings. They were a pair of scythes. Her ears were a

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[kissingwater]

That is strange.

[ephemeralember]

Haha, it is~ Do you know what a gibbous moon smells like, Nao-chan~

[kissingwater]

I do not know what the moon itself smells like, let along a gibbous one.

... Do you?

[ephemeralember]

Hahaha~ No~ That's why I asked you~

[ojardineiro]

I don't think I want to know what the author was thinking when they wrote that...

[ephemeralember]

Hahaha~ But isn't it amusing to know that they even thought of writing it~

[ojardineiro]

That's one way of looking at it, I suppose...

[ephemeralember]

Would you suggest another way of looking at it~