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[niighted-blog1]

   The moment was intense, but she was determined. Determined to win. They’d been at it for hours it seemed, though she never really focused on the time, she’d more or less kept her focus on his eyes, longing and desperately waiting for him to blink. He was good.  ❝ Are you ready to give in yet? ❞

@ecxquix

[uchinaro]

@sabakv

     “Kazekage-sama, if I may ask," she addresses him politely, before asking an important question that has bubbled amongst her thoughts.

     “what does it mean to be Kazekage?"

[al-sirafi]

       TO THOSE WISHING TO STEP INTO THE BUSINESS OF GAMBLING,    LET IT BE KNOWN ONE THING  —      IT IS ALMOST ALWAYS A MATTER OF WITS      &      DISHONESTY THAN IT IS A MATTER OF LUCK.

       for if it were honest work their shelters would not be whisked in tenebrous,    leoparding corners of dens,    nor in the walls of jerrybuilt shacks that looked frankensteined to life  :      a primordial cobble wall of a building torn down by an ancient nameless war,    a motley mixture of wooden planks    (    each from a foreign body  —      some that may have been taken from the remains of shipwrecked boats,    others from buildings since demolished    )      &      their roofs sown by various threadbare tarpaulins.      mud crept up the side      &      paint fell away in long white slashes      &      the building could not distance itself from the rent of decay.

       but it is here that amina al-sirafi sat  :      in the corner of one of these many-such dens,    the end of her turban wrapped around the lower half of her face.      it would be inconspicuous,    as few wish to be seen frequenting such a place.      she sat stooped on a small pile of faded cushions in such a manner to conceal the width of her stature.      on the splintered table in front of her were three chalices      &      a walnut chip  :      the universal      &      centuries old gamble,    the same game children      &      their playmates loftily play,      &      behind her displayed three jars brimmed with golds      &      jewels.      this time she'd play the dealer,    not the gambler,    though notice  —      she does not draw attention to her table until the woman is close enough,      &      then in a voice that is not her own begins  :        ❝      you there !      i have three fills here.      three chances to win.      why not take one ?      ❞

@timesense liked for a starter . . . ♥ !!

[coeurssauvages-blog]

    ❝     —–    ah.   little greengrass   !      you’re as nice as your sister,     i presume.    ❞    and here’s spite, and here’s annoyance, and here’s sheer arrogance for the hell of it all.             tall and straight, with that taunting face ; he’s a cupid soured   :   perhaps being unkind really is easier.    

@artfulwandwork