Thirteen Is Never Lucky
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsWhen Gorlim arrives, the room... the room is exactly like the one he just left.
The scents.
The furniture.
Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...
Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.
The scents.
The furniture.
Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...
Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.
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Date: 2006-06-13 03:48 am (UTC)He bites his lip.
"Namo... you know I must do this. I made a bargain. Two more nights. Just two. Only that, and we shall be free." Another step, another sway, the dance of hesitation. "Wait that long. Only that long."