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[not_broomboy]

Grow a man, why yes you see
Plant a boy and wait
Teach him love and hate
But teach him how not what to be.

To pick a prickly peppered boy
Seasoned by the salt of sorrow
Marinate until the 'morrow
In a base of pain and joy.

A decade for the yeast to swallow
Sugar's sweet, but vinegar can clean
The wounds of life, both dull and mean

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[dragonmenacier]

There's a Dragonmaster leaning over his shoulder and taking a drag from his cigarette.

[not_broomboy]

He looks up, blinking from whatever meandering mental paths he'd been treading down and rolls green eyes.

"I do have an entire pack, you know. You could have just asked."

[dragonmenacier]

"May I smoke the cigarette you're watching burn up in the ashtray, Liir?"

*cheeky grin*

[not_broomboy]

He is rewarded for his cheek with another roll of Liir's eyes.

"Certainly," he answers shortly.

He used the cigarette to ground him, to keep him in the here and now instead of the past. burningbrightdarkandstinkingletterextinguishedinthedepths

[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn, completely oblivious to her current appearance, hopped up from her seat with Jaina upon spotting Liir.

"It's been a while since I've seen you." The man appeared to be in a good mood, smiling broadly at Liir.

[jedipilot]

Jaina blinks, looking up from the blueprints to Aeryn when the other woman - er, man - suddenly walks away from the table.

A second later, Jaina gets up to follow.

"Hey Aeryn," she shouts as she appraches, "where are you going?"

[not_broomboy]

A blink, a turn.

A very confused young man.

"Are you speaking to me?"

[just_a_soldier]

"Yes, of course I'm..."

Xhylar blinked, realization dawned. If it was possible to go from grinning to sheepish in five microts, he had just managed it.

"I'm Aeryn. Just...slightly different." Turning round to call to Jaina,

"Sorry, got a bit distracted."

After all, these could be her final goodbyes.

[buriedmybrother]

Antigone comes in late, looking as if she'd spent the night before in the stables.

This is not, in fact, the case-- but it very well could be.

The scent of smoke alarms her slightly, but it's only Liir (that's his name, isn't it?), and not who she'd feared it might be.

[not_broomboy]

Fear? Fear him?

That's a laugh. That. Is. Quite. A. Laugh.

What's to fear of a waif-ish young man holding an impliment of janitorial duty?

(Do you really want to know?)

[buriedmybrother]

Hey, brooms can be serious implements of violence!

Antigone leans lightly against the bar and orders coffee; she glances at him as she drinks it.

[not_broomboy]

He glances back.

"It's the broom, isn't it?"