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Anti-OTP: Zara
It's calmer and pleasanter to live away from the Mansion and all of its chaos, and so Rina has been, keeping herself out of the Mansion and therefore out of trouble rarely seeing Florian does tend to help this. Nothing is different about this morning, which sees her outside of the small cottage she shares with Luther, doing what she does best. No, ( Read more... ) -
Attn: Westmarkians! Westmarkers? Westmarkites?
Wherever it would be easiest to gather her friends, her comrades of old - Florian's children, and the assorted others who might come with them - Rina is, frowning just a little in thought ( Read more... ) -
--afterwards.
She's returned home (and home is, still, an impersonal little room, cluttered with dried flowers and scraps of cloth, in the back of the Mansion) with reddened eyes and a tear-stained face, though she's no longer actually weeping. She's returned to be greeted by a package on the doorstep just outside her room, and, upon curiously opening it, she ( Read more... ) -
Back again...
It’s easy enough to get lost in the Mansion and its seemingly limitless grounds. Obviously- so many have done it, and so many never return ( Read more... ) -
TM: Topic 131: What is your favorite retreat from the world?
prompt: 131
word count: 263
What is your favorite retreat from the world?
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antiotp: rina/gawain (aka theirloveissoblondandcheerful)
Somewhere "out back", quite a distance from the all-too-present Mansion, there's a smallish meadow, possibly some kind of cow's pasture left alone and gone to seed, all over with wildflowers and weeds. Weeds, flowers, and - apparently also a blue-eyed blonde, her feet bare and her skirt hitched up around her knees to avoid getting caught in the ( Read more... ) -
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I'm tired of winter; let it be spring...!
Stock doesn't often read other people's poems (he always finds their faults) but sometimes he reads one out loud (and I know he never wrote this one, because he's not so talented messy with letters and things as this poet was ( Read more... ) -
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Happy new year. (I love you.)