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Lianamir: /* November 2017 */

2018-02-02T04:14:46Z

‎November 2017

Lianamir: /* To Be Sorted */

2018-01-08T19:50:24Z

‎To Be Sorted

Lianamir: /* 12/28/17 */

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‎12/28/17

Lianamir: /* Izumo/Seri */

2017-12-28T22:19:00Z

‎Izumo/Seri

Lianamir: /* 100 words of in denial */

2017-12-28T17:38:00Z

‎100 words of in denial

Lianamir: /* 12/11/17 */

2017-12-26T17:45:03Z

‎12/11/17

Lianamir: /* December 2017 */

2017-12-11T17:22:43Z

‎December 2017

Lianamir: /* 10/3/17 */

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‎10/3/17

Lianamir: /* 9/24/17 */

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‎9/24/17

Lianamir at 22:49, 24 September 2017

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	== November 2017 ==		== November 2017 ==
		+
		+	=== 11/20/17 ===
		+
		+	==== Kolann ====
		+
		+	What do you know about the Kolann region?
		+
		+	That it's an ethnic warfare nightmare of epic proportions. It's a powderkeg, set to blow.
		+
		+	Have you heard of the Yareset? The hordes see it as an area ripe for picking. I needn't tell you what a blow it would be to the republic if the hordes took it.
		+
		+	=== 11/27/17 ===
		+
		+	==== Joenna ====
		+
		+	Joenna Janine Browning stood in front of a viewscreen staring at her five-year-old son. He was bound at the wrists humanely—small consolations—his whole body hunched over as he cried and railed in words that meant less than the intensity of the pain behind them.
		+
		+	"He'll be a legend, Janenna." The father's voice practically glowed.
		+
		+	''He'' had done this to their son. He had delivered him to the Projects without warning or consultation.
		+
		+	Janenna had heard of the Projects, decided not to volunteer herself as a potential supersoldier, never dreamed they were taking children.
		+
		+	She turned to her husband, soon to be ex. "One day, I will kill you for this."

	== December 2017 ==		== December 2017 ==

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	== To Be Sorted ==		== To Be Sorted ==
−
−	~~=== 1/6/18 ===~~
−
−	~~pass the pain from my soul<br>~~
−	~~like rocks in the river water, harsh and white<br>~~
−	~~through narrow canyon walls<br>~~
−	~~too high to climb~~
−
−	~~=== 1/7/18 ===~~
−
−	~~''For D. and C.''~~
−
−	~~red like fire<br>~~
−	~~dark like pain<br>~~
−	~~I don't forget<br>~~
−	~~but speak your name<br>~~
−	~~softest whisper<br>~~
−	~~nightmare bright<br>~~
−	~~I'd give much<br>~~
−	~~for you in sight<br>~~
−	~~you don't forget<br>~~
−	~~I left you first<br>~~
−	~~when you leave me<br>~~
−	~~so do your worst~~
−
−	~~=== 1/2/18 ===~~
−
−	~~don't cry<br>~~
−	~~there are still sweet things<br>~~
−	~~summer kisses<br>~~
−	~~from a child's lips<br>~~
−	~~not ignorance, love<br>~~
−	~~but innocent bliss~~
−
−	~~=== 12/23/17 ===~~
−
−	#1
−
−	~~''For A. and M.''~~
−
−	~~bright like stars and strong like castles<br>~~
−	~~wake these dreams around us last<br>~~
−	~~wishing stars that never crumble<br>~~
−	~~through the sky to dust, to ash~~
−
−	#2
−
−	~~winter days and warmest smiles<br>~~
−	~~don't forget the way we love<br>~~
−	~~don't forget too long awhile<br>~~
−	~~return, my friend, as a homing dove<br>~~
−	~~light the candles in the windows<br>~~
−	~~set the lamps to burning bright<br>~~
−	~~clasp our hands once more in joyful<br>~~
−	~~welcome back, a lovely sight~~
−
−	~~#3 (haiku for beauty)~~
−
−	~~beautiful, your eyes<br>~~
−	~~your voice, a joy I feel<br>~~
−	~~inside my mind– spark~~

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	She knew the answer, but it was only polite to ask.		She knew the answer, but it was only polite to ask.
		+
		+	== To Be Sorted ==
		+
		+	=== 1/6/18 ===
		+
		+	pass the pain from my soul<br>
		+	like rocks in the river water, harsh and white<br>
		+	through narrow canyon walls<br>
		+	too high to climb
		+
		+	=== 1/7/18 ===
		+
		+	''For D. and C.''
		+
		+	red like fire<br>
		+	dark like pain<br>
		+	I don't forget<br>
		+	but speak your name<br>
		+	softest whisper<br>
		+	nightmare bright<br>
		+	I'd give much<br>
		+	for you in sight<br>
		+	you don't forget<br>
		+	I left you first<br>
		+	when you leave me<br>
		+	so do your worst
		+
		+	=== 1/2/18 ===
		+
		+	don't cry<br>
		+	there are still sweet things<br>
		+	summer kisses<br>
		+	from a child's lips<br>
		+	not ignorance, love<br>
		+	but innocent bliss
		+
		+	=== 12/23/17 ===
		+
		+	#1
		+
		+	''For A. and M.''
		+
		+	bright like stars and strong like castles<br>
		+	wake these dreams around us last<br>
		+	wishing stars that never crumble<br>
		+	through the sky to dust, to ash
		+
		+	#2
		+
		+	winter days and warmest smiles<br>
		+	don't forget the way we love<br>
		+	don't forget too long awhile<br>
		+	return, my friend, as a homing dove<br>
		+	light the candles in the windows<br>
		+	set the lamps to burning bright<br>
		+	clasp our hands once more in joyful<br>
		+	welcome back, a lovely sight
		+
		+	#3 (haiku for beauty)
		+
		+	beautiful, your eyes<br>
		+	your voice, a joy I feel<br>
		+	inside my mind– spark

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	But this, this hadn't changed at all.		But this, this hadn't changed at all.
		+
		+	She let him get her a drink, pleasantly surprised that he was treating this like she'd walked into his bar and not his apartment, even if he had invited her once upon a time. He mixed her drink professionally and even abstained from commenting again on how distasteful he found her preferred cocktail.
		+
		+	"How's Anna?" she asked, politely.
		+
		+	"Doing well," he answered easily, watching her sip, a small smile on his face.
		+
		+	Someone else might have wondered what he was thinking, but Seri didn't feel the need. It was mostly irrelevant except when it shed light on unpredictable actions, and Kusanagi was the most stable of all the Homra members. She felt comfortable that she knew where all this was headed and at what pace.
		+
		+	"Do you—" She hesitated on the question.
		+
		+	She saw the curiosity light in his eyes as he tilted his head toward her invitingly. He'd answered her questions about his friendship with Mikoto back when she'd come here first, never prying too hard into why she was asking. But this question was next door to naked admission.
		+
		+	She made herself ask it anyway. "Do you miss it?" She set her glass down, looked at him directly. "Your aura?"
		+
		+	They'd all been willing, and it had saved her King from almost certain death, but.
		+
		+	Kusanagi sighed, head leaning back as he fixed his eyes and smile on something only he could see. "Sometimes." He looked at her again. "I suppose you do too."
		+
		+	Did she? She stared at him openly. She did, even if she wasn't emotional about, only reaching on reflex, only startled every time she practiced with her newly emptied sword. Even if every time she remembered she no longer had it, she remembered, fiercely, that Munakata was alive because of it, and it was a small price to pay.
		+
		+	It was comfortable to let the silence stretch between them. They were both quiet people in one sense, and she was glad he had the sense not to flirt with her and break the mood. It wasn't romantic, but it was comfortable and she set aside her finished drink in favor of what she'd actually come here for.
		+
		+	Kusanagi was practical and level-headed and somehow he didn't let it go to his head when she came around the counter and kissed him. His hands were respectful, just brushing the tips of her hair, the other falling to her hip after a long moment.
		+
		+	At the end of the kiss, they both pulled back. They had paused and assessed each other often enough in the more friendly of their battles, and this felt much the same.
		+
		+	"I won't marry you," she said simply. "Clan—"
		+
		+	"—comes first," he finished. "I couldn't agree more," he answered easily.
		+
		+	His fingers were still in her hair, just holding it, holding her as he looked at her like she was beautiful. She appreciated that his eyes were on hers, not that the complete shock on his face that one time hadn't been almost amusing; she preferred a man who was interested in who Seri was, not merely her assets.
		+
		+	"Well, then." She found herself relaxing, even smiling. "Where's your bedroom?"
		+
		+	She knew the answer, but it was only polite to ask.

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	She watched anyway.		She watched anyway.
		+
		+	=== 12/28/17 ===
		+
		+	==== Izumo/Seri ====
		+
		+	Kusanagi's surprise was registered in the briefest pause, the eyebrows going up, and the cigarette turning briefly down before he swung open the door, cool once more, and welcomed her in.
		+
		+	Seri didn't like frivolous men, she'd told him. Everything they'd ever done had been about their Clans, and that was good for both of them. They occupied the right hand positions in their organizations for a reason. Even though the Slates were gone, that wasn't going to change.
		+
		+	But things had changed. Her Clan had changed, the nature of its duties had both remained the same and been utterly transformed, and when the shock of everything wore off, so had her relationship with her King. Something indefinable but present had vanished with the last of her blue aura.
		+
		+	But this, this hadn't changed at all.

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 There's nothing wrong with babies. Skylight likes them. When they aren't hers and no one's asking her when she's going to produce one.
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 "No." She doesn't let him finish. She loves her husband, but they agree. They are ''not'' having kids.

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	== December 2017 ==		== December 2017 ==
		+
		+	=== 12/11/17 ===
		+
		+	There's nothing wrong with babies. Skylight likes them. When they aren't hers and no one's asking her when she's going to produce one.
		+
		+	Her brother's small daughter is sleeping in her arms, and Skylight's busily going over reports for things her mother really doesn't want to know the details of, whether or not she realizes it, when her brother walks in and pushes his glasses up to get a better look.
		+
		+	"You have a way with her." He smiles. "You ever—?"
		+
		+	"No." She doesn't let him finish. She loves her husband, but they agree. They are ''not'' having kids.

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 But she didn’t see the mailman. She saw a world of flowers thickly growing, a forest of flowers, and her mouth dropped open.
 === 10/3/17 ===
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 She leaned down to kiss him again.

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	But she didn’t see the mailman. She saw a world of flowers thickly growing, a forest of flowers, and her mouth dropped open.		But she didn’t see the mailman. She saw a world of flowers thickly growing, a forest of flowers, and her mouth dropped open.
		+
		+	=== 10/3/17 ===
		+
		+	==== [[Practice Makes Perfect (drabble)]], 100 words of morning kisses ====
		+
		+	Skylight was unusually warm when she woke up. She noted that Math's arms had wound snugly around her sometime in the night.
		+
		+	They were undercover. This was an act. At least outside their closed door it was.
		+
		+	She didn't bother to wake him before kissing him gently, trusting his instincts to be sensitive to the unusual.
		+
		+	It was a safe bet. He woke immediately, hand coming up to brace her. "Skylight?"
		+
		+	She drew back sharply at that, eyebrow raised. "Clearly, you need practice." He shouldn't have said her name.
		+
		+	"I guess I do."
		+
		+	She leaned down to kiss him again.

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	She		She
		+
		+	=== 9/24/17 ===
		+
		+	==== world in the peephole ====
		+
		+	She found the world in the peephole the day after the mailman dropped flowers off for Mother. Mother sniffed the carnations—“Pretty,” she said—then sighed and sent them back.
		+
		+	“They’re mighty expensive,” said the mailman, but Mother just shook her head.
		+
		+	He left, Mother shut the door firmly behind him then walked back into the kitchen, then little Matilda put her eye to the peephole in the door to see where the mailman went.
		+
		+	But she didn’t see the mailman. She saw a world of flowers thickly growing, a forest of flowers, and her mouth dropped open.