i am no prince, i am no saint, i am not anyone's wildest dream

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7thborn.livejournal.com) wrote on December 21st, 2011 at 03:32 am

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[He's heard that the dead are here. The shift in his tone tells her that he's probably heard a name—Fred—and if there's something darker and sharper colouring his tone, it's because she's not telling him a damn thing. Not about their brother, about herself, about the City beyond snippets that are useless when taken from the whole. She closes her eyes, opens them, cuts her gaze to the bracelet on her wrist that Fred had gifted to her for turning nineteen.

Nineteen.

Barely younger than Percy, now. Barely younger than the twins, and despite the history between them, is it fair of her to hold back on Fred? For what reasons? She can't think of any.]

Yeah, Percy. The dead are here, too.

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