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Bleffles fetched the coat, and plopped it into James' hands. "This? Oh nah, man, I stole it. Yeah, it went fine! Thanks 'fer askin."

In Damascus he drowned blissfully, surrendered wholly, greedily tangled his fingers in the soft black curls, never wanting to come undone. They stumbled forth, Boris saw an opportunity, he steered ...

Yep. Maurice was already gone. That should have been a completely uneventful two-minute investigation, but apparently Bleffles' current role was capable of influencing physics itself. Despite not bein

There was nothing to stand between them. Damascus had taken his time, a being who knew the ravages of the ages more intimately than anyone else could, to him, it ...

Excuses, all. Edward was being ridiculous. Admittedly, Boris had been unreasonable, but only the first hit had been excusable, he was still in pain, and it irritated him that Edward ...

Bleffles did not like the idea of splitting from the story so early, when they didn't know what the powers behind their assembly would do if they diverted too far. ...

Boris frowned. Edward did make a fair point or two, and with all this unrestrained forgiveness being thrown around the room, it was becoming more difficult to justify his continued ...

Siren joined James in the fanning of the fire, using her wings to make a careful breeze. "Wings aren't like fins at all. They're not naked. They're soft, and heavy. ...

For the first time since the dance, Boris met Damascus' eyes as gladly and as easily as when they were children. He grinned, an honest, mildly pained sort of grin. ...

Boris stopped in his tracks at the sight of him. Damascus, alight and aflutter, in a state that left little question of what could be on his mind. The contagion ...

Boris concluded his completely civil and nonjudgemental conversation with the tragically ill-dressed youth, and headed for the circle of people around the firepit to see if they needed any extra ...

"That was it. Thank you, Schadel." I turned to glare at Edward again, and addressed him in a thin, disaffected sort of tone. I was a little miffed, but I ...

I nodded. From what I could remember, and from what I had seen, Edward's story made prior events make more sense. It certainly explained Engel's odd behaviour. But the way ...

Retell the story? No problem. Bleffles was ready. "So Belle's got this dad, Maurice, and he goes missing, yeah? He goes travelling, and a snowstorm forces him to stop in ...

"Belle is the brave, independent sort, real booksy, fightin' the expectations of her gender and time with smarts and imagination. All that jazz. I looked up to her so much ...