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        And so I am drawn into the room, and given a glass of... odd, I am not sure what it is. It has some alcoholic content, clearly, but it is not wine, nor any usual variant of spirits. I wonder... it is familiar to me, but I cannot name it, it tugs at some memory I have long ago hidden away. I shall not bother with it, a drink can do me no real harm - and though I have my quarrels with

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        "...and so it seems she has been to such a meeting several times now. Meres brought her to an older woman her knew of, one whose skills in navigating among spirits gone are quite renowned."        My lips curl in that slightest of smiles which I so often wear, an expression of patronizing amusement. "Does she speak only to those who have ended a physical life, then? That is hardly

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        She is enchanted by the look of the gardens under the silver of moonlight and the gold of lamplight. "As though all were gilded by some delicate hand, or perhaps limned by the dance of hidden fairies." It seems my earlier rhapsody of the night has cast quiet a spell over her. Her motions have that slight drag to them, as though she moved under water, and her eyes are coated in delicate

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        Meres' gaze shifts again, and though there is still seduction, there is also threat seeping through his voice. "Oh, I am terribly sorry to hear that, I should have so liked to only borrow it, for my own edification... No, no, you need not apologize more, dear, clearly you have no power here." He takes a long draft of his wine, sinking back into his chair.        Into the silence,

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        There is a long moment's silence, as our thoughts drift along diverging paths, but Meres sighs and recalls himself. "Have you any thoughts on where it might be? The man does not look to keep his things terribly organized, and I hardly think Claude will detain him for quite that long."        "Oh, I don't know... but the boy seems quite determined, don't you think?" I answer lazily,

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        "If that be the case, then do bring a bottle or two up, I could use a glass as well," I reply casually.        "Anything to eat, gentlemen?"        "No, the wine will be sufficient," I answer for us both - I care little if Meres takes offense at my presumption, for I am sure to offend him in a moment anyway, when I demand to know why he is here. I stretch myself back upon a faded divan..

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Y'know, I really hadn't quite figured out Carey. I still have no idea what he looks like. But he's getting an awful lot of screentime..uh, partly due to Meres showing up. It's really annoying though, I'm writing through this wonderful angsty emotional backstory-revealing scene, and... I'm really not sure I want these two to be the ones going through it. I really don't know if it makes sense

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        On a sudden impulse, I grab the boy's arm. "Claude, dear, was there any particular place you were heading just now?"        "Well, I hadn't any plans set, for I have done with all my engagements for the evening. But I was thus thinking to visit with Mark for awhile, I have not seen him in a day or so."        Oh what perfect coincidence! Really, this is not an opportunity to be missed.

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Oh my lord am I dragging. It's been an odd..uh, week and a half I guess, between being sick and then my schedule being bizarre and then, oh hey, look, it's Thanksgiving! *runs and hides*My one hope is that the illustrious Chris Baty, who started this whole autumnal debacle, is like 8000 words behind *me*. That, above all else, gives me hope.Also Tom quite commandingly informed me that I am NOT

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        I try not to make it a habit to have my true feelings known - it is far more entertaining to leave everyone guessing, or better still, under false impressions. Especially when one lives, as I do, in a world filled with feints and subtle insult, careful innuendo and the most delicately shaded double-entendres. It is such a wonder, to see their little minds scurry about so, astonished by

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        "But Carey, how could you slight me so! You simply had to have known I was planning something, I even asked you what your favorite sort of wine was! I arranged my schedule so that we should be in the area at the same time, and it was the day marking our two-month anniversary!"        I struggle to keep myself from bursting into laughter at this last. "Darling... you hardly have a ring.

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        We, who have all the time in the world, soon grew weary of the world. This endless drag of Time! It sucks dry all the newness of things, turning all things old and tired, destroying all new and novel things the moment we touch them.        We have lived in every city, dined at every court, we have tasted the pleasure of every age, and seek endlessly for the next. For novelty is our

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        When she has passed through one of the veiled archways that lead from the room, she pauses and waits for me. She stands off to one side, watching me, with a look of... feigned demureness, I think. As if she would gladly take the lead, but knows she ought to wait for a sign from me.        Amused, I give it. I nod, smiling invitingly. "Lead me where you wish, dear."        She raises

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So, I have learned better than to take a day off merely on a whim. :p I did that, and wound up with a deathly headache the next day. So bad that by the time I got home from work, I really couldn't keep my eyes open for more than a minute or two at a time - not exactly ideal conditions for novelling. But! I plopped down and did not even let myself touch my email - I got a plug-in for my firefox

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        Oh, Meres has outdone himself once again! The decor is exquisite, even by his remarkably high standards. He has decorated the main ballroom to appear as a palace under the sea, an Atlantean wonderland, awash in blue and the strange, vibrant colors of undersea life. The chandelier overhead is positively dripping with the brightest crystal, long strands of carefully cut pieces dangling

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        I lie on my stomach, my body growing more tense every moment, with both actual pain and the anticipation of greater pain to come. It seems hours that I lie here alone. The room is far too quiet - the windows are closed, the door and walls too thick to allow through any sound but those of surpassing volume. If any footsteps pass the door, I do not hear them. If any bird sings beside

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        I awake to the sound of soft music. It is some moments before I remember quite where I am, and what the situation around me was. The masseuse - oh she has certainly gone by now, I see by the warmth of the light entering the windows that it is early afternoon, I have slept through all the ugliest hours of morning. But what is that music? It is a piano, though I do not recall having

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        I sigh heavily, passing a hand over my brow - it feels hot, though my body seems to me chilled. "I grow tired, child, I do not wish to talk longer."        He remains a moment unmoving - undoubtedly hoping I will yet say something further. Ridiculous boy. I close my eyes and settle deeper into the chaise lounge, turning my head away from him.        After a minute or so of prolonged

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        I have let my gaze fall unfocused into the fire, while nursing my drink. I did not even realize I had done so, until my sightless stare is interuppted by Carey, pulling up a chair to the side of mine, smiling as he offers me a fresh glass. "You simply must try the cognac, dear, it is quite a fine vintage. Such lovely floral notes - violets, I think."        I smile gratefully and take

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While I was supposed to be writing, I stumbled across the ultimate doll-making site again. Dangerousdangerous. Of course what did I do? I made ridiculously over-the-top cute versions of my characters.So take these with a grain of salt. XD    Meres and Luce    Mephisto and NilaVeriBut I can claim some justification for these! It actually, oddly enough, helped me out a bit in terms of

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        I sigh contentedly, my eyes tenderly tracing the nuances of his form, my thoughts lost in the soaring notes of the song, which tangles among the stars, pulling them out from their day's rest. I take slow sips of the wine, which warms my thin blood, flushing my pale cheeks. Ah, what an evening! I would have this boy sing for centuries, I do not think I would ever tire of it...        A

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        Evening has fallen over the party, though we scarcely noticed it. The boys Luce hired for the event have lit candles in a thousand lanterns, which are strung from every branch and bush, and encircle all with their warm, gentle light, which is hardly different in color from the rich sunlight the summer afternoon had brought. Yet there is something in the appearance of unnatural light

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        I walk in a slow circle around him, making certain that I maintain a solid grip on him at all times. He watches me warily, and I can feel the tautness in his muscles, signaling that he will fight when he feels an opportune moment. He will, of course, lose, but I keep my senses at their most alert, even as I look around for some useful prop. Being in such an out-of-the-way corner of the

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        We have by this time strolled fairly far into the gardens, with the sounds of the party dying away behind us, replaced by the brief showers of bright birdsong, scattered over the soft breath of a light summer wind upon the leaves of plants and trees, the distant sound of moving water. It occurs to me that I do not quite know my way through Luce's gardens - he has a tendency toward a

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        I have drawn closer to her, though I had not noticed so. In fact her companions are looking at me, and I ought to make some remark by way of introduction... Ah! but I know one of them after all, splendid.        "Nila, darling! I wondered where you had gone to. We hadn't seen you in quite some time."        "Not far, never far, especially from a party so well-arranged as this."        

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        The air is warm, heavy, saturated with color scattered by sunlight and tangled in the crowd, dressed in brazen shades of crimson and scarlet, in crisp shadows of ebony. There is the steady murmur of voices, as the sound of slow waves, and the bright tinkling of glasses between bursts of gay laughter. Music wafts leisurely through the small spaces left between, the always elegant strings

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Just a placeholder test-post. Come back November 1st!

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