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

#burningarrcws


Written by Krissy

est November 2015

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vigiilance:

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          “So…”

He knows Teller as well as any man that might have drunkenly fist-fought him. There had been plenty of comments tossed about handsome beards between blows, though perhaps that’s not enough to base an entire friendship on (drunkenly, Blackwall had claimed to know Teller for what felt like forever, so even this remains debatable).

          “…what are those ways, anyway?”

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          “You really wanna know?”

Hazel eyes give Blackwall a once over, studying him for a moment before his lips twist into a sweet little smile. He has a feeling that the Warden’s curiosity will come back to bite him in the end. Slowly, he moves closer to the man, a hand coming to rest on Blackwall’s chest.

          “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

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ofvalitus:

@burningarrcws

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                 How many times am I going to accidentally 
                    see you naked this year?

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                 “Too many to count, probably. But how ‘bout we start
                  the year off with some non accidental nakedness, yeah?”

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aureasadrisit:

“Why not both?” she smiles openly “I will get some tea for us both and I’m sure there’s some wine somewhere. Unless, of course, you don’t want my company. In that case, I will just get the flowers and have the tea by myself, not a huge fan of wine.”

“That isn’t exactly the type of company I was talking about. I meant company company. As in, you know.  Knocking boots, bumping uglies, whatever you wanna call it. That sort of company. Unless ‘picking flowers’ was a euphemism, which in that case, sorry, you’re not exactly my type and my flower’s already been picked.”

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