collector: (symphonic dances op.45  III. lento assai)
the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands ([personal profile] collector) wrote in [community profile] shifted_logs 2010-04-25 04:56 am (UTC)

Braxiatel tried not to be too offended at the wariness. "I'll have the porter get you a box." Without needing to be told, the porter zipped off to fetch more of the blend. Braxiatel smiled and drank from his tea. "Yes, who do you keep as a travelling assistant these days? I don't think I've asked."

He tried to hide the simple joy that had run through him ever since liberation. He could hear life outside, could feel the wind bringing whispers and change. His confinement had felt like like a suffocation.

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