[ he doesn't. the point sticks in his belly, chill and insistent. if anyone were in the room (anders, sidony) they'd spy not annoyance or outrage, but the rarity of real anger: still face, shaking hands. this isn't some quirk of leander's own, nebulous heritage, he's called the name before to different shape.
he'd burned it. even sealed the ashes, what a perfect little show. yours,
the bracelet (its blood) hasn't left his pockets. the firestriker lies with the rest of the grisly collection, and perhaps that was foolish. he'd thought it an acceptable trade; for the grandmother, a passing friend. didn't think anyone would think to draw a connection. to think he'd anything to take.
doesn't know quite why he did. the safest course would be to dash it on a rock. ]
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[ he doesn't. the point sticks in his belly, chill and insistent. if anyone were in the room (anders, sidony) they'd spy not annoyance or outrage, but the rarity of real anger: still face, shaking hands. this isn't some quirk of leander's own, nebulous heritage, he's called the name before to different shape.
he'd burned it. even sealed the ashes, what a perfect little show. yours,
the bracelet (its blood) hasn't left his pockets. the firestriker lies with the rest of the grisly collection, and perhaps that was foolish. he'd thought it an acceptable trade; for the grandmother, a passing friend. didn't think anyone would think to draw a connection. to think he'd anything to take.
doesn't know quite why he did. the safest course would be to dash it on a rock. ]