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Soren Elias Chappu Skwigelf ([info]twiceloved) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-10-16 23:08:00

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Entry tags:skadi skwigelf, soren skwigelf

Who: Skadi and Soren Skwigelf.
What: Sibling reunions!
Where: Her flat in Stockholm.
When: Tonight, shortly after her arrival.
Warnings: Swearing, maybe, but other than that, they're siblings. Fluffysquee!



Soren barely got out the words to tell Cass and Henn where he was going before he was barreling out the door and running for the portkey. The trip to Stockholm was easy enough, and he found himself running to his sister's flat. He was grinning the whole way, all but bouncing. He was rocking on his heels when he knocked on the door, practically vibrating with glee.



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[info]isenprinsess
2008-10-17 01:47 am UTC (link)
Her expression was one of the utmost seriousness as they bounced through the streets of Stockholm, as if Everyone's lives depended on her being on Soren's back right then. They got a few stares. But her expression shifted to one of awe once they were surrounded by ocean and blue skies, palm trees, scrub brush, sand, and the completely glass-walled first floor of Soren's home. She slid off his back, utterly speechless, unsure of what to shoot first. It was all so beautiful.

It was also very warm. She unbuttoned her jacket and slung it over her arm, revealing a spaghetti-strap top and a short blue skirt over diamond patchwork tights and kneehigh boots. "Oh, Soren," she cooed, "this is so beautiful!" She started up the front steps as if being led into the house on a string. She looked around, gasping again when she saw the cliff at the back of the house, overlooking the crashing waves of the ocean.

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