Pollution leaned into Famine's touch and smile. He moved to put the locus on the floor and pulled himself into Famine's lap, pressing his lips against Famine's neck, hiding a slight blush that rose, unwanted, in his cheeks. "Thank you..." He reached up and fingered the little phial of arsenic, smiling at it.
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Date: 2006-01-16 04:44 am (UTC)