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destination: still east (
aprescoup
) wrote
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2023-07-05 10:46 pm (UTC)
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I'll ride you instead.
( A horse.
Her
horse. How does he —
She snarls, before she can remember herself, some part of her sensing the shift in power, in dynamic. Whoever this man is, the extent of his
knowledge
of her is not accidental, it cannot be so.
He comes too near. And reeks of — )
There's a
smell
to you. You reek of... water.
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( A horse. Her horse. How does he —
She snarls, before she can remember herself, some part of her sensing the shift in power, in dynamic. Whoever this man is, the extent of his knowledge of her is not accidental, it cannot be so.
He comes too near. And reeks of — )
There's a smell to you. You reek of... water.