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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Kassandra is in the bar.

Or is it Kassandra?

Richly-feathered red wings suggest otherwise. Silver, garnets and rubies shimmer like captive flames.

And surmounting Kassandra's dark unruly curls, a pair of bright, red, plastic horns.

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

*She kisses his fingertips.*

And I love the world. I love it here. You have given me that.
I cannot go with you, not yet.
But do not forget me, when this night is done, when you sleep again.

I remembered you.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

"I would never forget you," he says softly, still smiling. "And I know you love the world. Enjoy it. Read books for me, drink for me -- love the world for both of us, all right?"

He kisses her.

"I should go -- ere the cock crows, don't you know."

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Yes.

*Maybe she sheds a tear; maybe it is only the garnets and silver. She ruffles his hair lightly, as one might tease the ears of a dog.*

I love you. I will not look for you again, but when I am happy, when the world pleases me, I will remember you.

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

"Well done, my Skandra."

He is still smiling as he fades; he may look upward, but it is a cheerful look.

"Goodbye..."