07-16-2008, 07:26 PM
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Fini? The would-be Native/City-Rat handled the weapon with the certainty and ease that Poe often saw in his movement. Whether he was conducting a pack or in the middle of chaos and ruins, he always carried an admirable air of fortitude and willfulness that kept her eyes lingering a little longer than the rest. She smiled to herself, to the warmth of his company and the beat that they played between each other. For a girl who glided between personal ties and emotions like a bird on the wing, she found a striking sureness in her love for this boy. She rounded the glass cabinet as Ahren found the proper accessories for his find, and sorted through the other prized, preserved objects. A small, weighty compass with a painted face and sturdy arms was dusted off, thumbed over, and pushed into the multi-coloured fountain that poured from her open bag, just as Ahren, dusty and satisfied, thanked her. She took his hand again to rise up before him, and with an expression to mirror his own, she said, "Anything for you, Puck," and meant it.  | ||