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Jan. 30th, 2015 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
herr_bookman[ OOM: Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore ]
Autor is in the middle of a rather vicious punch when Bar jerks him into Milliways. He's striking with the flat edge of the hand from the little finger to the wrist, out of desperation.
The boy's cheeks are tear-stained; his knuckles, shredded. His left hand hangs uselessly at the wrist, like that of a disconnected marionette's.
Approach with caution.
