damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-01 19:34:00 |
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Rossul was his name. Whether it was his first or last, Damia had never known, and never thought to ask -- though once or twice, the curiosity had nipped at her heels years after her father's death, when she pondered on the fate of Lareine, her father's most prized possession after her. A comely lad one year her junior, he was thinner than she remembered. Taller, too, and with a head of curls in dire need of a trimming (or a yanking-- the latter was more preferable). |