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Oh, I know who you are. I KNOW. :D
DL = Church service. Which is where the concern about lightning came in...
Tonight? I have to go make dinner and then a zillion origami flowers for a friends wedding. Why do I get sucked into this stuff?
DL = Church service. Which is where the concern about lightning came in...
Tonight? I have to go make dinner and then a zillion origami flowers for a friends wedding. Why do I get sucked into this stuff?
Ok, I've actually been thinking about this, but it is utter crack. I've been imagining a Dresden Files version of Cell Block Tango.
C'mon, you know you want Harry singing about how Justin had it comin', all skinny, lethal fury (preferably in ladygarb and heels.)
C'mon, you know you want Harry singing about how Justin had it comin', all skinny, lethal fury (preferably in ladygarb and heels.)
Okay, I was trying to finish recasting cell block tango (because you are right: Harry singing about how Justin deserved it: awesome) but then my brain decided, no.
What this *actually* needs to be is something set in non-AU pre-canon, with Velma as Lea and Roxy as Maggie and Mab as Mama and Billy Flynn as Lord Raith.
Y?
I am flexible on the Billy Flynn casting but oh wow do I really, really want this with Lea/Maggie all of a sudden...
What this *actually* needs to be is something set in non-AU pre-canon, with Velma as Lea and Roxy as Maggie and Mab as Mama and Billy Flynn as Lord Raith.
Y?
I am flexible on the Billy Flynn casting but oh wow do I really, really want this with Lea/Maggie all of a sudden...
NO WAIT I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND.
Billy is Justin. Amos is Lord Raith. Mary Sunshine is Bob. :D
Billy is Justin. Amos is Lord Raith. Mary Sunshine is Bob. :D
I would love to see some minor-magic-user/clued-in-mortal's perspective on Harry and/or Marcone. Does their Warden do a good job? Are they glad to have a feudal overlord? Can they go to them with problems? Do the Warden and the Baron have a suspiciously close relationship and how does everyone feel about that?
Anyone/Anyone
Can we have Valentine's Day, Dresden Files style? Perhaps Cupid runs amok, or goes on strike, perhaps Valentines Cards suddenly have the power to make their messages true "World's Best Lover!" or accurately reflect the secret thoughts of the giver. Perhaps someone's carefully orchestrated candlelit dinner is disrupted by monsters, or perhaps the monsters' carefully orchestrated candelit dinner is disrupted by mortals? Or perhaps everything runs to plan! Who knows?
Can we have Valentine's Day, Dresden Files style? Perhaps Cupid runs amok, or goes on strike, perhaps Valentines Cards suddenly have the power to make their messages true "World's Best Lover!" or accurately reflect the secret thoughts of the giver. Perhaps someone's carefully orchestrated candlelit dinner is disrupted by monsters, or perhaps the monsters' carefully orchestrated candelit dinner is disrupted by mortals? Or perhaps everything runs to plan! Who knows?
Marcone (and Hendricks) on the Quidditch team.
Murphy: Harry, how dare you root for the Slytherins!
Harry: (totes in denial) Am not! Go Gryffindor!
But he will be all worried when poor Marcone gets hit by a bludger.
Murphy: Harry, how dare you root for the Slytherins!
Harry: (totes in denial) Am not! Go Gryffindor!
But he will be all worried when poor Marcone gets hit by a bludger.
I want something from the POV of one (or more) of Harry's neighbors. Their appliances and electronics keep dying, they sometimes notice suspicious characters hanging around, and they're not even sure they want to know what that Dresden guy was doing that sounded like a battle.
That sounds awesome, but I doubt I could write it.
5 people Marcone cared for, and 1 person he loved
Marcone/Dresden
Marcone/Dresden
ffff maybe Eros could show up (visiting fellow Old World God Odin?) and has some fun with Chicago?
Thomas/Justine, Valentine's/Birthday surprise (because tomorrow is Thomas' birthday, after all)
Justine and Thomas working around the true love burn. Bodystocking, scarves, gloves, condoms, dry-humping, toys, whatever you can think of that doesn't involve skin-to-skin contact.
(I know I've read too much Rogue-centric X-men smut when my thought process on Thomas/Justine sex is mainly "oh, just get creative, you two!")
Justine and Thomas working around the true love burn. Bodystocking, scarves, gloves, condoms, dry-humping, toys, whatever you can think of that doesn't involve skin-to-skin contact.
(I know I've read too much Rogue-centric X-men smut when my thought process on Thomas/Justine sex is mainly "oh, just get creative, you two!")
I would really love to see a story about Mac whether it is just about Mac's point of view as he watches people in his pub or Mac/Harry slash I just want to read about the mysterious Mac McAally. Please
*sidles up* So, where's this epic sexswap you keep teasing us about, huh huh huh?
(Just a warning right off-- this is likely going to delve into Harry's history with rape and dubious consent. Might be triggery for some.)
the trick is not to mind that it hurts
The bad thing about being the Winter Knight-- well, okay, there was a lot about it that sucked. If you asked me what the worst part of having the mantle was five times, I'd give you five different answers. I would never say the deal I made with Mab wasn't worth it, because it was, but to say I had regrets would be putting it lightly. There was a lot of ifs. If I had more time, I could have made a deal with someone else. If I'd been stronger, I could have gone without Winter's magic. If the apartment fire hadn't been such a disaster, I wouldn't have paralyzed myself.
If I wasn't the Winter Knight, Lea would back off.
"It was a white lie!" I was trudging through Winter's snowy plains, looking for the right Way to get me back to Chicago. "I got the job done."
My Godmother on her horse kept a steady gallop next to me as I huffed through the knee-high snow. I really needed to learn that walk-above-the-snow trick. I'd hoped it'd come naturally with being a part of the Court, but apparently there was a knack to it I was missing. "My sweet, you must know that lying to your Queen is treasonous."
Treasonous? Seriously? I walked faster, wanting out of Faerie now. I was tempted to just rip a hole to the mortal world and just jump through. I could hitchhike to Chicago. "She wanted the lesser Fae to obey. I got them to obey."
"Not through alliance to this Court, but with bribery," Lea countered chidingly.
Pizza, the Winter Knight's secret weapon. I was supposed to enforce some of Mab's orders with my power, but I didn't like bullying the lesser Fae. There were a bunch of working joes like me. It would be like betraying my people.
"It got done."
"Not out of loyalty to their Queen, but to you. That upsets power and is dangerous."
I shrugged. "What do you want, Lea?"
"To teach you an important lesson, sweet."
Oh, you better believe that set off alarm bells. When I was purely mortal, I had that protection from the Fae. Most of the time, they could not toy with people that didn't somehow belong to them. Now, I was unequivocally property of the Fae. Most didn't dare screw with me, but Mab? Yeah. And my Godmother? She was practically my handler these days.
I reached out to rip a hole out of Faerie. "Appar--"
Lea made a gesture, like catching a snowflake in mid-air, and my voice vanished just like that. She cupped her hands together, looking into her palms. Stars, maybe she had caught my voice. "Let us see what we can do about that dishonest streak, little Knight." Her thumbs swept into the bowl of her hands and I clutched my throat as a ticklish sensation stirred there. What was she doing?
She slid off her mount, hands free, and drifted over the snow to me. She was murmuring into what I assumed was one of my chakra, whichever one it was that handled speech and communication. As she did, I couldn't make myself stop scratching at my neck. Something was going on there and it felt wrong. I didn't have a way to make it stop though. Even if I did, fighting back against Lea would be a bad idea.
After a moment of fiddling, she cupped my chin and nudged her thumb against my lips. "Open," she commanded, and I reluctantly did. She tipped her other hand against my mouth, like she was giving me a drink. I felt some strange ephemeron pour into my mouth and down my throat, like something lighter than water. I drew away, coughing like I'd just swallowed a particularly bubbly drink. My cough had sound to it though, which was a relief.
"What did you do?"
Lea smiled, smoothing my hair tenderly. "Consider it removing a veil. No more hiding truths. Not until you learn."
"Learn what?"
She chuckled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "That would defeat my purpose." She returned to her mount and swung gracefully up onto it. "And should I hear tale that you are hiding away in your little house, behind your little wards, I will be displeased."
She rode back to Arctic Tor. Not a single flake of snow was disturbed by her travel.
I, on the other hand, forced my way back to Chicago, each step an effort with the weight of whatever charm laid on me pushing down on me.
the trick is not to mind that it hurts
The bad thing about being the Winter Knight-- well, okay, there was a lot about it that sucked. If you asked me what the worst part of having the mantle was five times, I'd give you five different answers. I would never say the deal I made with Mab wasn't worth it, because it was, but to say I had regrets would be putting it lightly. There was a lot of ifs. If I had more time, I could have made a deal with someone else. If I'd been stronger, I could have gone without Winter's magic. If the apartment fire hadn't been such a disaster, I wouldn't have paralyzed myself.
If I wasn't the Winter Knight, Lea would back off.
"It was a white lie!" I was trudging through Winter's snowy plains, looking for the right Way to get me back to Chicago. "I got the job done."
My Godmother on her horse kept a steady gallop next to me as I huffed through the knee-high snow. I really needed to learn that walk-above-the-snow trick. I'd hoped it'd come naturally with being a part of the Court, but apparently there was a knack to it I was missing. "My sweet, you must know that lying to your Queen is treasonous."
Treasonous? Seriously? I walked faster, wanting out of Faerie now. I was tempted to just rip a hole to the mortal world and just jump through. I could hitchhike to Chicago. "She wanted the lesser Fae to obey. I got them to obey."
"Not through alliance to this Court, but with bribery," Lea countered chidingly.
Pizza, the Winter Knight's secret weapon. I was supposed to enforce some of Mab's orders with my power, but I didn't like bullying the lesser Fae. There were a bunch of working joes like me. It would be like betraying my people.
"It got done."
"Not out of loyalty to their Queen, but to you. That upsets power and is dangerous."
I shrugged. "What do you want, Lea?"
"To teach you an important lesson, sweet."
Oh, you better believe that set off alarm bells. When I was purely mortal, I had that protection from the Fae. Most of the time, they could not toy with people that didn't somehow belong to them. Now, I was unequivocally property of the Fae. Most didn't dare screw with me, but Mab? Yeah. And my Godmother? She was practically my handler these days.
I reached out to rip a hole out of Faerie. "Appar--"
Lea made a gesture, like catching a snowflake in mid-air, and my voice vanished just like that. She cupped her hands together, looking into her palms. Stars, maybe she had caught my voice. "Let us see what we can do about that dishonest streak, little Knight." Her thumbs swept into the bowl of her hands and I clutched my throat as a ticklish sensation stirred there. What was she doing?
She slid off her mount, hands free, and drifted over the snow to me. She was murmuring into what I assumed was one of my chakra, whichever one it was that handled speech and communication. As she did, I couldn't make myself stop scratching at my neck. Something was going on there and it felt wrong. I didn't have a way to make it stop though. Even if I did, fighting back against Lea would be a bad idea.
After a moment of fiddling, she cupped my chin and nudged her thumb against my lips. "Open," she commanded, and I reluctantly did. She tipped her other hand against my mouth, like she was giving me a drink. I felt some strange ephemeron pour into my mouth and down my throat, like something lighter than water. I drew away, coughing like I'd just swallowed a particularly bubbly drink. My cough had sound to it though, which was a relief.
"What did you do?"
Lea smiled, smoothing my hair tenderly. "Consider it removing a veil. No more hiding truths. Not until you learn."
"Learn what?"
She chuckled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "That would defeat my purpose." She returned to her mount and swung gracefully up onto it. "And should I hear tale that you are hiding away in your little house, behind your little wards, I will be displeased."
She rode back to Arctic Tor. Not a single flake of snow was disturbed by her travel.
I, on the other hand, forced my way back to Chicago, each step an effort with the weight of whatever charm laid on me pushing down on me.
*excitedface*
I love how we all just pop Lea in whenever we need something bizarre/appalling done to Harry. Because she is always appropriate for these endeavors.
I love how we all just pop Lea in whenever we need something bizarre/appalling done to Harry. Because she is always appropriate for these endeavors.
I sure couldn't, I haven't even seen Chicago. :P
...I was thinking about re-drawing the movie poster with Lea and Maggie and Justin and Bob, but then I realized I am now mentally casting Catherine Zeta-Jones as Lea and Renee Zellweger as Maggie, so there wouldn't be much re-drawing involved...
(So, set the scene: it's 1920s Chicago. Lea is moonlighting in the mortal world as a nightclub dancer (maybe one of her artistic inspiration deals?) when a mortal man winds up dead - one the faerie courts have no claim on - and so Mab is forced to turn her over to the White Council. Meanwhile, Maggie's fallen in with a bad crowd; she murders a minor sorcerer she'd been dallying with, but when the Council finds out, she manages to convince Lord Raith of the White Court - who she is slowly winding around her little finger - to claim him as a White Court victim, until the White Council lets slip his name and Raith realizes what must have really happened, and Maggie gets taken away by wardens for breaking the First Law.
Maggie winds up in the same White Council holding facility as Lea, surrounded by wards and running water, along with a motley group of hapless lawbreakers. Lea isn't happy to see Maggie show up and threaten her control of the facility, especially when it comes out that the Winter Court has a secret Way in, and Queen Mab has been dropping by with contraband charms and goods - the whole thing is a plot to get the Winter Court some secret foothold in the Council.
Lea's main target is Warden Justin DuMorne, who has agreed to help her with her case in front of the Council in return for some shady deal-making, but Lea soon finds Justin far more attracted to Maggie, with her connections both to Dark magic and the highest echelons of the Council. He orchestrates every tiniest detail of Maggie's first appearance before the full Council, and she soon has nearly everyone convinced that she was a poor, manipulated victim who had to defend herself against a Dark master. Lea, impressed despite herself, tries to convince Maggie to team up with her, but Maggie is riding high and turns her down, until another appearance by the necromancer Kemmler makes them both realize that most of the Council, Justin included, wouldn't care if they rotted away in the dark forever. Maggie, realizing she needs something else to make her special, declares that she's pregnant with Lord Raith's son.
Upon hearing this, Lord Raith sweeps in, determined to possess the mother of his child, but is somewhat nonplussed when, between Kemmler and a sudden push by the Black Court, nobody pays attention to him. Not even Maggie, who, after several private visits with the Council's Blackstaff (special treatment of which Lea is incredibly jealous) has a screaming fight with Justin and refuses to speak with him any more. However, after watching one of the young warlocks they're imprisoned with being summarily executed, Maggie goes back to Justin before her final trial, and he reassures her that as long as she follows his lead, she'll be fine - because he's passing on to her all of the glamours and secrets that Lea and Mab had planned to use for her trial.
With that help, Maggie sails through her trail and finds herself released back onto the streets of Chicago, but outcast from both the White Council-oriented wizards and half-Dark circles she'd been moving in. Justin isn't interested in her beyond calling in the multitude of favors she already owes him, and even Lord Raith, when he finds out the baby doesn't actually exist, drops her (for awhile.) When Lea, newly freed herself, renews the offer of a double act, Maggie takes her up on it, and thus history is made.
...meanwhile, the White Council decides that from now on, it's rapid trials and summary executions, because Maggie and Lea made way too much trouble while they were in custody.
I am now convinced that this actually happened.
I am just sorry the timing doesn't work out for it to be both set in the 1920s and have Bob in it, though if you moved it up to the late 1960s it could, although that gives you less time for Maggie and Lea to be BFFs...)
...I was thinking about re-drawing the movie poster with Lea and Maggie and Justin and Bob, but then I realized I am now mentally casting Catherine Zeta-Jones as Lea and Renee Zellweger as Maggie, so there wouldn't be much re-drawing involved...
(So, set the scene: it's 1920s Chicago. Lea is moonlighting in the mortal world as a nightclub dancer (maybe one of her artistic inspiration deals?) when a mortal man winds up dead - one the faerie courts have no claim on - and so Mab is forced to turn her over to the White Council. Meanwhile, Maggie's fallen in with a bad crowd; she murders a minor sorcerer she'd been dallying with, but when the Council finds out, she manages to convince Lord Raith of the White Court - who she is slowly winding around her little finger - to claim him as a White Court victim, until the White Council lets slip his name and Raith realizes what must have really happened, and Maggie gets taken away by wardens for breaking the First Law.
Maggie winds up in the same White Council holding facility as Lea, surrounded by wards and running water, along with a motley group of hapless lawbreakers. Lea isn't happy to see Maggie show up and threaten her control of the facility, especially when it comes out that the Winter Court has a secret Way in, and Queen Mab has been dropping by with contraband charms and goods - the whole thing is a plot to get the Winter Court some secret foothold in the Council.
Lea's main target is Warden Justin DuMorne, who has agreed to help her with her case in front of the Council in return for some shady deal-making, but Lea soon finds Justin far more attracted to Maggie, with her connections both to Dark magic and the highest echelons of the Council. He orchestrates every tiniest detail of Maggie's first appearance before the full Council, and she soon has nearly everyone convinced that she was a poor, manipulated victim who had to defend herself against a Dark master. Lea, impressed despite herself, tries to convince Maggie to team up with her, but Maggie is riding high and turns her down, until another appearance by the necromancer Kemmler makes them both realize that most of the Council, Justin included, wouldn't care if they rotted away in the dark forever. Maggie, realizing she needs something else to make her special, declares that she's pregnant with Lord Raith's son.
Upon hearing this, Lord Raith sweeps in, determined to possess the mother of his child, but is somewhat nonplussed when, between Kemmler and a sudden push by the Black Court, nobody pays attention to him. Not even Maggie, who, after several private visits with the Council's Blackstaff (special treatment of which Lea is incredibly jealous) has a screaming fight with Justin and refuses to speak with him any more. However, after watching one of the young warlocks they're imprisoned with being summarily executed, Maggie goes back to Justin before her final trial, and he reassures her that as long as she follows his lead, she'll be fine - because he's passing on to her all of the glamours and secrets that Lea and Mab had planned to use for her trial.
With that help, Maggie sails through her trail and finds herself released back onto the streets of Chicago, but outcast from both the White Council-oriented wizards and half-Dark circles she'd been moving in. Justin isn't interested in her beyond calling in the multitude of favors she already owes him, and even Lord Raith, when he finds out the baby doesn't actually exist, drops her (for awhile.) When Lea, newly freed herself, renews the offer of a double act, Maggie takes her up on it, and thus history is made.
...meanwhile, the White Council decides that from now on, it's rapid trials and summary executions, because Maggie and Lea made way too much trouble while they were in custody.
I am now convinced that this actually happened.
I am just sorry the timing doesn't work out for it to be both set in the 1920s and have Bob in it, though if you moved it up to the late 1960s it could, although that gives you less time for Maggie and Lea to be BFFs...)
She is a walking plot device. She is the best walking plot device.
And, to be totally obvious, I completely fucking love Harry+Lea. It's up there with Marcone+Ivy for friendship OTP.
And, to be totally obvious, I completely fucking love Harry+Lea. It's up there with Marcone+Ivy for friendship OTP.
Without Lea's threat, I would have hidden in my house until the charm blew over. I didn't want to deal with whatever game she was playing with me. I didn't even want the specifics of the charm.
But fighting the Leanansidhe, perhaps the most powerful Fae in Winter but the Queens themselves, was not a great idea.
I needed to know what I was up against before adventuring out past my front door. I went to talk to Bob in the basement of my brownstone. Having a basement had been almost the deciding factor of picking out my new place. I just couldn't keep my lab anywhere else. It was habit by now.
"Bob," I called as I pulled on my robe. I didn't actually feel cold much anymore, but it was another habit I retained from Before (as I mentally referred to the time before I took the mantle and was killed). "Wake up, lazybones, I've been charmed and need a consult."
Bob's eyelights blinked on. "Charmed? The sexy kind or-- oh!" His orange light shone on my neck. "Not the sexy kind. Unless you're into magical bondage. I got a few ideas you could try out on your boyfriend."
Yeah, that'd go over well for the half-second it'd take for John to get a knife at my throat. "No. My Godmother is teaching me that lying is naughty. Can you see what's been done?"
"Of course. Nice work. Delicate. She's tied your voice to a deep part of your mind. What you say is going to come directly from there, no trims or frills. You'll probably answer questions faster and with complete honesty."
I groaned. "I got truth-spelled?"
"Yeah. Allow me to demonstrate," he said, then asked very quickly, "You and Murphy, why haven't you two gotten it on yet?"
"Almost did," I answered without hesitation. "She never wanted a relationship with me, but I agreed to a one-night thing as one last hurrah before being the Winter Knight. I got shot before I could go through with it."
I recoiled like someone had slapped me. "Wait, that... something's wrong, that's not true."
"You're alive again. Why not bed her now?"
"Because I didn't want to do it before. I just wanted a comfort after Maggie and the Knight thing. I was going to give up my free will to Mab. After that, bending to Murphy's terms didn't hurt so much." I slapped a hand over my mouth, too late. "That's not--" When Bob's jaw opened again, I nearly flung myself at him. "No! No more! Don't ask me anything else!"
Bob's lights dimmed. "Boss..."
"Something's wrong with the charm. All that, it wasn't true." It wasn't. I wanted to sleep with Murphy. Okay, it was a bit of a last hurrah, but I cared about Murphy. I didn't think of it that way. We were friends who'd been through hell together to save my daughter. I wanted to be with her. If it wasn't in the way I wanted, that was... fine. It was fine.
"I don't know, Harry. Why would--" I glared at Bob and he rephrased. "I just wonder why she would curse you to lie?"
I shrugged. "Hey, it could work. She could be showing me that lying causes more trouble than telling the truth, so when the compulsion's gone, I'll be more likely to tell the truth." It made sense to me. I sighed in relief at having figured out Lea's deal.
Bob didn't sound as confident. "I'm looking at the spell working. It doesn't really look like that..."
"But it makes sense. Occam's Razor."
"Occam's Razor doesn't really work on Fae. They don't think like you mortals do."
I knew that from experience. But I didn't want that to be true.
Either way, I couldn't stay cooped up inside. Lea made that clear. Things were going to be... interesting.
But fighting the Leanansidhe, perhaps the most powerful Fae in Winter but the Queens themselves, was not a great idea.
I needed to know what I was up against before adventuring out past my front door. I went to talk to Bob in the basement of my brownstone. Having a basement had been almost the deciding factor of picking out my new place. I just couldn't keep my lab anywhere else. It was habit by now.
"Bob," I called as I pulled on my robe. I didn't actually feel cold much anymore, but it was another habit I retained from Before (as I mentally referred to the time before I took the mantle and was killed). "Wake up, lazybones, I've been charmed and need a consult."
Bob's eyelights blinked on. "Charmed? The sexy kind or-- oh!" His orange light shone on my neck. "Not the sexy kind. Unless you're into magical bondage. I got a few ideas you could try out on your boyfriend."
Yeah, that'd go over well for the half-second it'd take for John to get a knife at my throat. "No. My Godmother is teaching me that lying is naughty. Can you see what's been done?"
"Of course. Nice work. Delicate. She's tied your voice to a deep part of your mind. What you say is going to come directly from there, no trims or frills. You'll probably answer questions faster and with complete honesty."
I groaned. "I got truth-spelled?"
"Yeah. Allow me to demonstrate," he said, then asked very quickly, "You and Murphy, why haven't you two gotten it on yet?"
"Almost did," I answered without hesitation. "She never wanted a relationship with me, but I agreed to a one-night thing as one last hurrah before being the Winter Knight. I got shot before I could go through with it."
I recoiled like someone had slapped me. "Wait, that... something's wrong, that's not true."
"You're alive again. Why not bed her now?"
"Because I didn't want to do it before. I just wanted a comfort after Maggie and the Knight thing. I was going to give up my free will to Mab. After that, bending to Murphy's terms didn't hurt so much." I slapped a hand over my mouth, too late. "That's not--" When Bob's jaw opened again, I nearly flung myself at him. "No! No more! Don't ask me anything else!"
Bob's lights dimmed. "Boss..."
"Something's wrong with the charm. All that, it wasn't true." It wasn't. I wanted to sleep with Murphy. Okay, it was a bit of a last hurrah, but I cared about Murphy. I didn't think of it that way. We were friends who'd been through hell together to save my daughter. I wanted to be with her. If it wasn't in the way I wanted, that was... fine. It was fine.
"I don't know, Harry. Why would--" I glared at Bob and he rephrased. "I just wonder why she would curse you to lie?"
I shrugged. "Hey, it could work. She could be showing me that lying causes more trouble than telling the truth, so when the compulsion's gone, I'll be more likely to tell the truth." It made sense to me. I sighed in relief at having figured out Lea's deal.
Bob didn't sound as confident. "I'm looking at the spell working. It doesn't really look like that..."
"But it makes sense. Occam's Razor."
"Occam's Razor doesn't really work on Fae. They don't think like you mortals do."
I knew that from experience. But I didn't want that to be true.
Either way, I couldn't stay cooped up inside. Lea made that clear. Things were going to be... interesting.
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