there are flowers
in this world
that only grow
once the ground
above them burns.

you were that fire.

this is not my end.
this is my birth.
—Pavana पवन

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Lelaros, a Red Jenny

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Written by Krissy

est November 2015

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At first, he absolutely does want to know, if not in the hopes of besting Teller in more sober circumstances, but in truth–out of simple curiosity. But he is no more than a fool if he expects a lesson in martial combat, though it doesn’t mean he doesn’t hope for one. 

Eyes fall first to the hand pressed to his chest. 

          “…oh.

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Are his cheeks turning red? He feels suddenly hot, yet ice cold at the tips of his fingers. Is he seizing up? What’s happening?

Of course this works. It always works. 

          “I…yes, I believe I understand…er…right.

                    I’m sure you’re…very good at that.”

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The reactions he gets is just what he hoped for. Now he knows how easy it could be to dig his claws into the man. But he’ll refrain from doing so, unless he’s in dire need for something, and use it to simply tease him mercilessly, as he does with a few others. He can hardly help it. They make it too easy not to.

He smiles, presses closer. That hand of his stays right where it’s at.

             “Would show you just how good I am at that but—”
              Ros shrugs and that smile widens. “We both can’t
              be missin’ for the rest of the afternoon.”

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