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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The unabashed candour of the youth only makes her cheeks redden a deeper shade of crimson, and for all her years and experience, Cassandra Pentaghast gasps for words as much as for air. “That you would insinuate I — I am somehow — I never —- I don’t care what things you picked up on! There has clearly been a misunderstanding.” Oh, that girl Sera. When Cassandra saw her grinning earlier as she walked by, she should have known. She should have known that nothing good could come out of this. “Whatever Sera told you, I didn’t — I only said — that —” Now that she remembers what it is that she had said, she cannot help but close her eyes with a groan. “— that I wouldn’t mind an exciting love life. But not like this!”

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It’s delicious how flustered the Seeker is getting by words alone. Lelaros can’t help but be amused. If his words can make her gasp so, he wonders what his tongue would make her do. “Sera didn’t tell me shit. Think she saw how I’ve been eyeing you at the tavern for a while. She’s the one who managed to get me on this little mission, though. Thought my skills were needed.” In more ways than one, of course. “Maybe she just thought I could spice things up for you. Knew I’d even let you fuck me for free, no coins no favors, no strings.” He won’t even try to con her out of a secret or two he could use later.

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