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Last NightI’m sorry—
I killed you last night while I was sleeping.
I think it was an accident,
Or I was angry and I didn’t mean it,
But first you were there
and then you weren’t,
And I knew you were dead.
That was my fault.
I don’t think you ever knew that
I loved you until I twisted myself into something unrecognizable.
So now when I look at you
I wonder if you know that I dreamt about your death at my hands.
Solitaire XIX Calix felt rather as though he had drunk a cup of coffee on an empty stomach. He was awake, energetic even, but his hands were freezing and wouldn’t stop shaking. He resisted the urge to pace as they waited for Kettia, Andon, and Sidhe to return, knowing it would probably only make people nervous. There was already a sense of unease that hovered like a haze over the motley group. The men of Sidhe’s squad were trying to help as many people as they could, offering canteens of water, while Dove (Aldrethis, was that her last name?) was comforting the young girl, who was struggling to maintain her composure. There was little talk.
The news that Kettia, and only Kettia, brought didn’t help anything. “We’ve been betrayed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Jonas is dead.”
“What?” Colman said, his face going pale. Dove looked up sharply.
“Guardsmen found the hideout,
XIVIt’s dark and quiet, and I watch the clock’s numbers slowly rise,
12:02—whoops, I missed it.
I’ve developed a habit of staying up past midnight on the day before my birthday.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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