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gavegoodface) wrote2016-04-16 07:17 pm
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Room 215, Saturday Morning
Face was in a great mood this morning (inasmuch as one could be in any kind of mood when still half asleep). The dance had been fun, he and Cass had both won prom crowns, and she'd stayed over after.
Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.
[For one...then some more.]
Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.
[For one...then some more.]
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That was not remotely how that saying went.
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Oh, thank the Maker. (Though curse whoever had come up with these dresses in the first place.) Cassandra yoinked onto her bed.
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It was never her, of course.
Except for when it was.
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She was a child, Cass, not someone to interrogate.
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It wasn't important if he had actually figured it out. She just wanted some of the heat off of her.
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"She wouldn't have shown up here if she wasn't mine," he said. "And the name's a bit of a give away."
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Because she was Cass's child, and also because Cass wasn't used to mages just being able to walk around just yet and the whole situation had made her all kinds of paranoid.
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...
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Except she did.
"Maker. You're a mage."
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To punch something.
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Dorian had not quite phrased it that way.
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She would not be a part of setting things on fire with magic.
"It is time for my training," Cassandra said abruptly.
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"That's all right," Face said quickly. "I can look after her."
He appreciated things being set on fire.
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