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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 8:52 pm
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Alexis had half-known, maybe, what the meeting was about; they'd been vague on matters of magic and the court if asked, drifting so easily back into that half-dreamy state where they were endlessly pliable, quiet, delicate. So - they'd known, maybe; maybe had an inkling, an idea of the reason. Discussed, no. Nasir had gone, and Alexis wasn't blind; they knew they lived with a warg, but but but -
They'd had an idea, yes. But they hadn't known. But they wanted to know.
(It could have been theirs to know, too, if they'd kept their mouth shut.)
Nasir would come home to find Alexis nested in blankets, one leg splayed over the back of the couch, halfheartedly trying to read a book; their heart wasn't in it, even though the attempt was there.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 10:03 pm
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