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]

forty minutes out from home - Sibir, references bare shoulders and suns

"Sir?" one of his levs said from the door, and Ruslan glanced up from the inventory list. Saw it was Timofey Bogushevskii, his stars still gleaming at his collar, his cuffs, and put the list down on the magnetic strip.

"What've we got?" he asked, and Bogushevskii made a face.

"Rotmistr Nikolaievich has Markovich and a couple of the nickels in the brig."

Ruslan winced, closed down the crate he'd been cross-checking against the inventory list. Locked it, and Bogushevskii gave way gracefully as he threaded himself out the door. Bogushevskii fell into step a half-pace behind him after the infinitesimal pause they'd all learned aboard Alexandr Donskii, off-set towards the light traffic in the corridor

[billradish]

"Sir?" one of his levs said from the door, and Ruslan glanced up from the inventory list. Saw it was Timofey Bogushevskii, his stars still gleaming at his collar, his cuffs, and put the list down on the magnetic strip.

I love the little details you use to show that they don't really depend on gravity as a sure thing.

"Rotmistr Nikolaievich has Markovich and a couple of the nickels in the brig."

My brain will insist on translating that as Markovich and some loose change.

out of this circle of backstabbing embroidery

Love that turn of phrase. Though it does bring to mind an embroidery circle...which I'm not sure if it was intentional or not. So.

They saluted after a second, one visibly following the other, and Ruslan pushed down the desire to smile as he acknowledged the salute.

"I'd like a word with Lievtenant Markovich of my druzhina," he said, conversationally, and one of the guards jerked to stiffer attention, nodded.

It makes their lives difficult when you don't wear your rank insignia? *snickers*

"There any truth to the

[klgaffney]

argh. i am very sad that in space, you cannot douse annoying embroidery in vodka and set it on fire.

that man and his memory. he's kinda awesome. =D