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[story] allegretto
Jan. 21st, 2012 10:21 amauthor: (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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( Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. )
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( Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. )
[story] our defence system has laryngitis
Jan. 21st, 2012 10:15 amauthor: d.m.jewelle (dmjewelle)
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( If there was one thing Finnegan honestly hated, it was the team-building activities. )
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( If there was one thing Finnegan honestly hated, it was the team-building activities. )
[story] the conductor
Jan. 21st, 2012 10:12 amauthor: cracklikeabone (cracklikeabone)
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( As he does every night, he rises from his resting place, his senses filled with the sickly sweet scent of dead flowers, their pervading odor warring with the petrichor all around them. )
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( As he does every night, he rises from his resting place, his senses filled with the sickly sweet scent of dead flowers, their pervading odor warring with the petrichor all around them. )
