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[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

There's a dark Fae taking up a couch over by the fire. His ankle length hair is braided and curled up on the floor by his head, because laying on a braid just isn't comfortable. The shadows around him are flickering. Yes. Flickering. They grow dense and then sparse, and back again, as he's plying a little with his powers. There's also a steel sword resting against the couch by his feet, because sooner or later he'll be getting up to practice outside.

Feel free to question the Fae about the sword, or the shadows, or both.