a kind of amazing.

...annnd switching gears. one of 3 requests for stone and lilimin.

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"Oh Frigga." He gasped--they were far enough above the waves that she heard him clearly, and then a whispered curse that was also a fervent prayer, and the distressed groan after that. She looked down at the boy that was clinging to the cliff-face in the grip of an inexplicable terror. Only the lower half of his face was visible beneath the brim of his hat; his chin and nose, and she could see the thin film of sweat on his upper lip and collecting along straining forearms bared by his rolled-up sleeves, with eyes as sharp as her hearing.

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smoke.

second request of three. lilimin and stone.

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He was apart from the others, glinting gold, but darkly, as if doing his best to mask the light; alone, and longing for company, which seemed a strange contradiction, when he could simply leave the darkened bedroom he was standing in and satisfy that longing in a thousand different places. She spotted him as she flew over anyway, dimmed and hiding or no, due to his very loud and persistent strangeness, and she was still curious about him.

It was hot. ( He'd left all his windows open. )