vrykolakas: (smug bastard)
the brucolac. ([personal profile] vrykolakas) wrote 2015-02-17 07:49 pm (UTC)

His laugh split the chilly, seaside air. "A good time? Yes, I suppose I was, though I've never been more grateful for my ability to heal. Hell's teeth, she was...ah, you'd have been pleased. Even to see them there, in the heart of Verla. Dancing."

There was a yearning strain in his voice, a happy reverence, his eyes far away and his mouth crooked. He remembered his own feeling, standing on the edge of a precipice, as fire wove about him. "First time in a while I'd beenso ...shaken out of myself. A slap in the face to any self-pitying, moping tendency. Gods, I was...am...glad to be here, I think, for all I miss my home."

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