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[personal profile] fsb 2020-01-13 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ she didn't detect a permeating threat, more like— ]

what, not who. cables starting to wear down. i replaced two of them, damage is repaired.

[ her fingers pick at the pastry, and it flakes beautifully, golden and light. she tears a piece away, the layers crisp on the outside, with a fragrant fruit filling. it hits her lips again and she closes her eyes, wisps of memories whirling softly near. she can't quite name them, but they seem... close. silk and satin and warm and sweet and drifting by her fingertips.

rare meals shared and stolen.
ribbons on ballet slippers...
]

why did you buy the apple strudel again?
neither one of us eats too many desserts.
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[personal profile] fsb 2020-01-13 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ natasha slowly licks the fruit filling from her first finger and thumb and uses her other hand to type, still awash in ghosts. ]

i'm up for it.