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       ❝ does it matter if he’s guilty or not? we’ve all got blood           on our hands one way or another. ❞

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@fatefleer 

“@fatefleer is a fantastic original character. she feels very realistic and i love that she isn't like everyone else. she will always have a special place in my heart and the mun is very nice as well!”

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      “Cantet-- are you sleeping well?”

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    he drifts in and settles down next to the woman,  not accompanied by any of his crew for once.  ‘ i heard you’ve been dabblin’ in  magic,  lass, ’  he says,  in a hushed tone, fingers tracing a chip in the wood counter.  ‘ now i ain’t one much for givin’ in to  superstitions  but i gotta know if you know anything about  celtic  magic  ----  i’m a  captain,  see,  and my ship could use all the  luck  it can get. ’

    despite having been raised catholic by a british family,  bentley had grown up in ireland and considered himself  irish  as such.  it was many of the things he did -- even his accent.  a strange act of rebellion against his father,  perhaps,  that carried into how he defined himself as an adult.  and besides,  the strict catholicism of his father didn’t leave much  room for luck ------  or for magic. 

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            ❛ Shhhhh ❜  the noise escaped Lance in a desperate way, a gloved hand moving to press a finger against the girls lips. The room was way too bright - and her loud spoken words weren’t helping. ❛ I know you LOVE lecturing me, but...can you do it when I’m not hungover? I’m dying today.❜

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Gratefully accepting the pencil, she stumbled a bit over her words.

“Right, um, thank you for the- it’s Brynn.”

The teen visibly cringed, so much for that try. Her voice always seemed to come out in a way that gave the impression of perpetual, vague nervousness. Sheepishly, she attempts to wipe the charred remains of the previous pencil away before the other notices. Hopefully she’ll return this to her in one piece.

“I-I haven’t been around for very long.”

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@fatefleer wanted Kate

It was hard to find solitude in the mansion.  There were so many people and Kate still had days where she wanted nothing more than to pack up and leave.  But she had people relying on her now, kids that looked up to her.  So to escape, she either spent some time on the grounds...

Or she spent her time in her classroom at the piano.  Lithe fingers flowed over the keys with a remembered fluidity.  The song that she played was a tune from a musical that her mother had taught her.  It spoke of romance and hope and it filled the room with pretty chimes of sound that echoed lightly off the walls.

Kate noticed Cantet’s presence at the door and smiled, not stopping her fingers on the keys.  Without words, Kate motioned for Cantet to come join her on the bench.

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❛    Cantet   !  ❜   Rough around the edges Irish Brogue was drenched with complaint,  voice lifting an octave or two as the name was almost screamed.   Stumbling as legs finally touched down on the training room floor,  hands  &&  arms crumpling against the wall as laughter followed shortly after               surrendering to the natural gravity as body fell with a thud.     ❛   I am so lucky to have amazingly supportive friends,  amirite ?  ❜

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