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tampered2007-12-18 11:38 am
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Log; Complete
When; Dec. 18 (morning)
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; Boy Blue![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playstheblues, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; The morning after another night in which our two players acquaint themselves with each other in secrecy.
Log;
Cold again. Winter had returned in full force after the previous day's curse. The Corinthian stirred from a dreamless sleep, from the quiet abyss of his work where he could feel the oily black of the rapist's return to the city. It was no threat to Blue or himself, and even if it were, the nightmare would be the first in line to deny it entry into his space, his place. He'd fought it once before, he could do it again and more viciously so now that he had something to protect. Was the blonde still there?
Cori narrowed his eyeteeth in awakening, remembering where it was he'd fallen asleep. His cheek rested upon a thin futon in an old room filled with untouched weaponry. He hadn't been here in some time, not since she'd been taken by the mark. Her swords were immaculate as ever, sharper than any ivory, and for a brief moment he thought he saw metal move, catching the pale light that filtered through the small window.
Rating; PG-13 (language)
Characters; Boy Blue
playstheblues, the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; The morning after another night in which our two players acquaint themselves with each other in secrecy.
Log;
Cold again. Winter had returned in full force after the previous day's curse. The Corinthian stirred from a dreamless sleep, from the quiet abyss of his work where he could feel the oily black of the rapist's return to the city. It was no threat to Blue or himself, and even if it were, the nightmare would be the first in line to deny it entry into his space, his place. He'd fought it once before, he could do it again and more viciously so now that he had something to protect. Was the blonde still there?
Cori narrowed his eyeteeth in awakening, remembering where it was he'd fallen asleep. His cheek rested upon a thin futon in an old room filled with untouched weaponry. He hadn't been here in some time, not since she'd been taken by the mark. Her swords were immaculate as ever, sharper than any ivory, and for a brief moment he thought he saw metal move, catching the pale light that filtered through the small window.