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[noxumbra7772]

Her denizen has her Mornei's voice.

You never knew that Nyx could be so cruel.  You crumple before your Denizen and sob, and sob, and sob, because you know what she’s going to say next.  Nyx always lies down before you.  She murmurs soothing words, and it make it all the worse as you draw your sword.

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Skye and Mornei's wedding.

Her face was shrouded in gauzy veils, the white striking against the brown of her skin.  She smiled- no, beamed- when Mornei reached forward and lifted them away from her face.  He was impossibly handsome:  Echo had done a magnificent job of dressing him. 

(She’d gotten similar replies from Ross and Violet when she’d taken pictures of her dress, though she paled in comparison to her soon-to-be-husband.)

There was a part of her that hung on every word that Hashim said, but there was a larger part that simply existed, taking in as much of this moment as she could, so she could keep these memories and hold on to them forever.  It’s not the same, watching a video of it.  She wouldn’t be able to feel her heart trying to soar out of her chest, the lingering coolness of where his fingers brushed her cheek, the nearly-imperceptible settling of the veils behind her.

“She loves you,” she breathed.

“I love you,” he replied.

And there was no way to replicate what it felt like to kiss her husband as the entire community celebrated with them.

[noxumbra7772]

CyberRV, Skye bartending at Replay Value on Thursday night.

You hunker down in the cubby under the counter.  Mornei is back here with you, staring wide-eyed at you.  You smile at him.  “This happens often.  She just waits until it’s over.  They don’t really listen to her, anyways.”  You listen as a bottle crashes.  “Others are getting involved, anyways.  Tea?”

He accepts, sipping on it, and stares at you with surprise and amazement.

“You’ll get used to it.  You’re always welcome down here, you know!”

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