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Sweet Mythal, she swore her face was heating up to match her hair. Tauriel resisted the urge to play with her hair, or rub behind her ears in nervous habit. Instead she simply shook her head, laughing in embarrassment. “No, no it’s alright.“ More than alright. “I’m simply... not used to it, I suppose. I probably should have caught on sooner, or at least not been so awkward about it..” Tauriel trailed off, realizing she was rambling. “Sorry.”

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       Bumping her head against his again, she lets out a laugh. Her small stature   had made it hard to reach up with his face. But, magic. Magic always helps.    Pointing towards her feet, she smirks a bit. Roots coiled around her feet, giving    her a bit of a boost. One that has certainly decreased since he leaned close.           “I'm too short for tip-toes to work with you, Bull.             I only come up to your damn bosom.”

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What was the word of one called Liar? They had been separated from the others, yes. An ambush deep in the Stone by those driven to find the source of their song. Their Calling. It still made Cole shudder to hear.

The pair had fallen- slid down the slick left by the creatures and landed in a strange, cramped space. Pain shot through the spirit’s ankle, even as he lurched forward to grab The Iron Bull’s pants, fabric gathered tightly in his fist.

Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked... -- { OPEN }

                            It was hard to tell who exactly had done it. Not that                            Miron had the strength to remember their assailant                            or not. But when tired eyes gloomily gazing upon                            a familiar face, the instinct to scramble out the door                            overrode answering the man standing there in shock.

                            Once hands had finally made contact with the wall                            outside their cell, they struggled to stand. All that                            progress made towards getting meat on their bones                            plummeted. Their skin now hugged their ribs, the                            noticeable dip and curve of their form giving clear                            signs that eating hadn’t been a luxury they’d been                            given over the time they’d been taken away.

                            Despite all this, despite the pain in their stomach,                            the weakness in their limbs that could barely handle                            their own weight, anger made them scream. Loud, violent,                            teeth bared and ears pulled back with a fist weakly hitting                            the wall. Miron screamed until their voice gave in, far too                            dry to let anymore but a cracked whimper escape while                            they crumbled, bursting into silent tears.

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