ext_54824 ([identity profile] fiendsoncue.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar 2005-03-17 09:14 pm (UTC)

He takes the rose. There is a swirl of cloak, and the flower he is holding is merely a dead, dried stem. There is a faint scent, reminiscent of rose petals. He bows again, and steps away.

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