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]

different perceptions on an event, clash and discussion - Swallow's Tale, 4 era, Taarstad and Sascha

The story had been nagging at him for years, much longer than he'd been able to check its veracity, but it still took a while to build up the courage to be sitting waiting at horse's-midnight when Sascha came wandering into the kitchen in search of breakfast.

He'd done some prepwork, so that process took ninety seconds. Sascha sat down across from him, chewing on kasha, and raised an eyebrow.

Sverre struggled with the right words for a moment, then gave up. " . . Did you actually kill twelve men with a femur?"

Sascha blinked, face briefly blanking into the oakwood mask Sverre'd seen first, then laughed. Sverre caught his spoon as it tried to dive for the floor.

"--No," Sascha managed when he could breathe again. "Did kill a couple, though."

"Really?" Well, it made sense that there was some truth to the story. "Why a femur? Where'd you get it

[billradish]

"The story got around," he explained, and Sascha snorted.

"Theatrics," he grumbled, and Sverre snickered unwillingly.

<3 !

They really are kind of wonderful.

[taennyn]

It does throw the 'Dear god that's Aleksandr' flail he kept having into slightly more perspective, yes. O.o;

[klgaffney]

*cackle* oh dear god. halp. can't stop laughing.