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[community profile] 31_days 13 Jan prompt Each night reunites me with the feral tenderness of my own evil.

Him, again. The face of a little boy with cheeks hollow from a disease. Green eyes always stared beyond her, as if she were a ghost that couldn't be seen.

Every day since they moved into this great house, she'd observe him in her dreams. He never muttered a word, only looked right through her. And every time she tried to speak, a sudden wind would push back the words from where they came.

In the morning the servant helped her dress and in the mirror was the same face of the little boy. She was a twin, after all.
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I can't seem to let these two old characters go. I've always enjoyed writing Edward and the cross-dressing Viscount, Alex, so I've revived them instead. I'm rewriting some of their history. One day I swear I'll be a able to make an outline of their story.

[community profile] 31_days 11 Jan prompt: my fingers will find yours, tangle & sweeten the air

Alex and their challenger walked ten paces and Edward observed with trepidation. He was bundled warmly under his coat when they've left the house, but on the open field the chilly kiss of dawn seeped through the layers. He'd exhausted his means at multiple attempts to dissuade both his friend and the foreigner to settle their differences in gentlemanly but less fatal ways but neither budged. He tried to reassure himself that nobody he knew had died from a duel, and his friend the viscount couldn't possibly be the first.

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