tzigane
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- Gundam Wing (5)
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Why was everything on L1 terrible?
Meeting a potential future leader in a mad house was borderline unacceptable, but to have been there before to visit one’s sister-in-law was…
Well.
OR
How Chilias Catalonia also fell to the charms of L5.
Series
- Part 6 of Prisoner of Conscience
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The slow stretch and wiggle of fingers was amazing, and his hot skin ached when Treize pressed a palm against one smacked asscheek. "If you want to snark about my designs, we'll do it in private."
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- Part 2 of The Empress's Third
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Treize said the enthusiasm was necessary to fight the weather. February was when the cold, snow, and the enjoyment of frisking a horse through knee-high snow started to lose its joys.
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- Part 3 of Boundless
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"Maxwell, what was in your lactaid?"
That was funny. It was an enzyme. That was all it was. "My wha...? I'm not even lactose intolerant, buddy." And then he leaned over Treize's shoulder, and Wufei laughed because he could reach out and...
Boop. His finger poked the upturned tilt of Duo's nose.
"Oh. Oh, shit. That was E."
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- Part 7 of Contusions
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"Your Royal Highness." The voice was outside of his head now, a lamp on the table beside the recamier clicking into the warm yellow glow of gas lighting that spread through the room and showed him the form that had been chosen. Black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail that flowed down to waist length, the height of him perfect. His nose was straight, almond-shaped eyes so grey they were black in this light, and his mouth was as perfect a soft pink purse of lips as they had been when the seal had been burned into the roof of his mouth. "Good morning. I have your breakfast."
Treize could smell it already -- fresh-baked croissant, bacon, a porridge made from coarsely ground dried corn with butter and salt, the fragrance of good, strong coffee. There would be cream and sugar if he liked it, and anything else he could want would be found in short order, he had no doubt. It wasn't real. None of it was really real, so there was always a suggestion of ash on his tongue when he first tasted it, a memory ghost of what was real.