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[fairytaleknight]

[OOM: This is happily ever after.]

In the great machine somewhere behind the stage set, a chain moves. A counterweight descends. Cogs and gears begin to turn.

Oh. Look at that. The story's started up again, hasn't it? After such a long time, too!The boy sitting by the fire looks rather the worse for wear. His torn blue shirt has been inexpertly

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[crabbycustomer]

Fakir is being ogled by a bad-tempered grey kid his own age. Also there are horns.

"WOW, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU LOOK LIKE THE SHITTY SIDE OF A SEPTIC PYTHON."

Is he bleeding? It doesn't seem like he's bleeding.

[fairytaleknight]

[crabbycustomer]

"OKAY, WELL, CLEARLY YOU ARE NOT TOO INJURED TO INDULGE IN SOME GRATUITOUS RACISM. IT IS THE SAD STANDARD INSTINCTIVE REACTION OF THE HALF-BRIGHT APE ON BEING CONFRONTED BY A SUPERIOR BEING TO BARE ITS TEETH AND TRY TO PUFF UP, ESPECIALLY IF IT IS IN A WEAKENED STATE ALREADY."

[fairytaleknight]

I'm not in a weakened -- never mind, fine."

Fakir is doing perfectly well, really! He managed ten minutes of sword and twenty of dance practice this morning, without falling down! (All right, so my usual routine is five hours dance, four hours sword... but I spent an hour helping in the smithy, so that counts, right?)

"Do you always insult people you've just met?"

[theladyrue]

Rue is... in Milliways.

She's not sure why she came through this door, but that's nothing a cup of tea won't fix.

She gets a cup of tea, and walks towards the fire before stopping beside a chair and looking at Fakir with some surprise.

"Hello," she says, after a moment, because it's too late to pretend that she didn't see him. She's not entirely sure why her instinct is to add on I thought you were dead.

[fairytaleknight]

Fakir stands, moving with all the trained grace he can muster after his injuries.

"You dare."

[theladyrue]

This is... angry, even for Fakir.

"I dare to drink tea? Yes," she says, faintly amused, though her right leg tenses with the intent to move backwards quickly if needed. "There is space enough for two to sit, but if you are so offended..."

She doesn't really want to deal with a fight right now.

(Which is ridiculous. Fakir and she have never fought.)

[fairytaleknight]

"You dare to talk to me," Fakir bites out, "as if you didn't..."

as if you didn't betray Mytho.

as if you and your ravens didn't nearly kill me.

as if you weren't the Raven incarnate.

Caught between six ways to finish the sentence, Fakir only stares at Rue.