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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jan 8, 2011 17:55:30 GMT -5
He does seem to like the metaphor, but I wonder what kind of songs he will sing, a giggling, girlish voice chanted in a musical tone. He reminded me of the flames I saw in some of the idle nobles I'd dallied with before, all very new to having their claws sharpened. I always found them a lot of fun, a little pure, simple to contrast the harsher call of Kushiel's blood. "We'll be there soon enough to see how you are to start singing," I said with a grin."
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Post by Laurent de Rocaille on Jan 8, 2011 20:30:57 GMT -5
I smiled. "Good, for I am starting to grow impatient. I want to hear your voice in song again." NO longer using metaphors but speaking an honest fact.
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Post by Sirena Shahrizai on Jan 13, 2011 8:51:05 GMT -5
His impatience amused me, and was really a little refreshing after dealing with so many who willingly put up with my games for as long as possible. Perhaps that was the small downside to being so entrancing and charming- everyone was charmed, and you longed for a little rebellion. "Soon, soon," I sang playfully to him, laughing lightly as we came up on the entrance to the West Borough. My house was close to its borders, so there wouldn't be much time before we were standing in my parlor.
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Post by Laurent de Rocaille on Jan 16, 2011 11:36:12 GMT -5
I breathed a sigh of relief, for I grew weary of waiting. I said nothing else until we arrived there, simply thinking of to things: her voice and her body.
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