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AYUMI for GAMETEE // Osaka - Wearing THREE SCALES STREET ARMOUR HOODIE and 7th Heaven T-Shirt. (Available HERE)

Finally I got around to actually editing some of my NaNoWriMo endevours. It’s not been quite long enough that I’ve forgotten what’s happened, although there was a few points of “oh yeah! That!”.

Once again, is also on Wattpad. (And Part 8, for anyone forgetting what happened.)

Title: Part 9: Good behaviour Setting: AJCO: Smoke and Ashes. (State past) Warnings: Mentions: Gore, suicide, blood, character death. Summary:  Vachan recieves an unexpected package, and S_R has concerns about his personal connections to the current situation. Characters: Dr Vachan; S_R; Thorne; Archer. Words: 5600

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The next few days pass in a daze, a half-focused blurring of mundane and the memorial, as I try to align myself with this abruptly-diminished world.  Jocelyn is not the first person I have lost, not the only friend taken early and without warning into the dark – and it is not even the most horrific manner of exit I have witnessed.  There are far more drawn-out methods of death in this City of ours, waiting just beyond the hairsbreadths of mistake, miscalculation or raw misfortune.  And I have enough betrayal in my past, known enough passion turned to poison, that even F'ess culpability is not entirely unexpected.

Becoming involved with a Ward is never simple, and on the surface there is little surprising about this.  It is debauchery gone bloody – as declared in both the sensationalistic exclamations of the Civilian press, and the smug, iron-clad hubris of Official channels alike – yet I can see nothing else but the towering shadow of what is missing.  Jocelyn would not have taken a Loyalist as a lover, even in jest, and F'ess had seemed far from that.

Her.  After you? No. No, there’s something else here.

The words echo in my mind, uncomfortably close to my own suspicions yet so intrusive, and with a snide edge that they had lacked in their reality.  I am aware that the acid I feel at thoughts of the skunk-haired Captain is not entirely fair, but there is a black fury bubbling beneath my heart, and it has nowhere else to turn right now.

Dior Homme