#sekrits

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“Is that your date?”

“Darling, I don’t think he’ll have me. We’ve met before.” Shey keeps her voice low, conspiratorial. “I’m doing well, of course. If you want to feed me a caramel, I won’t say no.”

Watching the two of them.. almost old times. But how changed we all are. The last time we three were in the same room, I was a callow boy, my sister had not yet been wed, and our brother...

had not the shadows he carries with him.

Now we are changed. He grayed, she embittered. And I?

I serve. Fox, Flame and Shadow. 

Deep waters we all swim in, with memories and deeds about us. Ahrwit.. was not as eager to see ‘Vendri as I might have thought.

Deep waters indeed.

Let us see whether the Valdyri can act as one again, and do all that we must.

It is for me to protect them.. from themselves if necessary.

“Hmm,” the brunette says thoughtfully, tapping a long thin finger against her chin. Her other hand pushes stray curls behind one ear... a nervous habit of hers whenever she’s deep in thought. “I’m really not one for secrets, but... well, I suppose one thing is I’d not want them to know I got drunk on graduation night. I’m usually not one for drinking, but really, graduation... and I’m rather a firm believer in experiencing things at least once in one’s life.”

She starts to frown, but her expression changes slightly, more bemused than upset. “I... don’t remember a whole lot about it, which only rather proved my theory that my being drunk is not something I should do.”

She takes a deep breath, “Let’s see... Oh!” Her cheeks redden suddenly, and steels herself with another inhalation of oxygen. “They wanted me to get along so well with Magister Aetherwing, and, well, it wasn’t for lack of trying, but, ah... I was, ah, rather naive and, well. I attended a Spring Formal event with him, and, well, it... wasn’t the most pleasant experience.” She sighs, fidgeting with her hands in agitation. “I don’t know if they thought we’d wind up together or not, but, I never told them -why- I refused ever going anywhere with him again. They simply think that he never asked me again.”

She looks at Hal quietly a moment, then forces a small smile, “As to a third... well, there are reasons I didn’t want to go drink with you and get a tattoo. You remember I said that most things should be experienced at least once, well, apparently I took myself quite literally when I DID get drunk.” She hitches up the side of her blouse with a sigh. There, in a particularly lovely handwritten script, is a small quote, just at the top of her rib cage on her side, “... and I’ll keep you wild.” She blushes, giving a near imperceptible nod, “My friend’s says “I’ll keep you safe,” it’s sort of a two-part quote, I guess. We were such... opposites, really.” 

That "miniporn" I just wrote?

First explicit guy/guy thing I've even written.