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For [personal profile] mullenkamp, who asked for stuff about Eirlys. lol 200 words again. XD;

Out in the garden, the moonlight made the night-blooming flowers luminous. Amidst the shadows of leaves, fireflies drifted, emerald-green. At the centre of the circle, robed in blue and guarded by the light of four candles, the Priestess stood.

Outside the circle, an enormous raven sat on the grass.

"I wasn't expecting you," Eirlys said, "but you're welcome all the same. I trust you know how to behave yourself; I know all your dramatics are exactly that."

The raven stared at Eirlys as if she'd grown antlers.

Eirlys crouched and arched a brow. "What are you giving me that look for? You know me, and you know my people. You know what we gave to you. I've been telling you this for several nights now. My invitation still stands."

Very deliberately, the raven stepped into the circle. He eyed Eirlys a moment more, then spread his wings, flapped, lifted off. In a flurry of shed feathers he settled on her shoulder.

"Very Edgar Allen Poe of you," Eirlys said after a pause. "I assume those are for me?"

of course. it's the least i can give.

"You still sound laryngitic, Host-of-Many. It's rather a good thing I always make enough tea to offer all three of you..."
yukie: kilroy :3 (mess not with the kui)
For [personal profile] finch and [profile] wanderreriha, who asked for something about Kilroy. So it's a double drabble, since it's for two people XD

Reno nicknamed her for the no-he-no-he-mo-he-ji scrawled in lipstick on the walls so she'd remember where the damn hell she'd been in the maze that was the medical ward. (Damn if she knew how long she'd been drifting around so blur she made squid look with-it.) He knew what it meant (probably Tseng's fault) and so she got to be Kilroy-was-here for a week, then he got bored, and it dropped to Kilroy and then just Kil even after she recollected: Kui Shin-liu, SOLDIER class second, Wutain/Nibel (that was pretty normal from the trading past), Theta test group. The little squiggle of a letter, inked in black between her left thumb and index finger, brought chapters and volumes of her life rushing back after the bandage came off her hand.

Pieces were still missing and pieces still made no sense. Makou did funny things to the brains in big doses. She'd roll with it though. Smooth, like the 'ji' stroke, or something like that. No point in getting pissed over what was gone for good, but even so if she saw Doc Houjou again she was going to go one upside his head for his interns' fail-like-fuck with the IV.

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