Golden Hour
04-13-2014, 08:42 PM
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone Still reeling from his encounter with Daegmar, Sucre was on a mission for comfort. He wasn't entirely set on what he wanted, but he craved some kind of destruction. To put it simply, he suffered. Guilt was his main problem but the brute was plagued with a host of other things. The load weighed him down and filled him with a helpless energy that he wasn't sure what to do with. He didn't know how to handle it all. He needed a release. Sucre knew exactly what he was looking for. He'd only been to this place once, but on that trip he'd found something valuable. The brute hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now he was glad that information had stayed with him. However, there was one problem. Approaching the fae, Sucre stopped just short of standing over her. His long shadow cast a gray tint across her as he looked down. Her face was familiar, but if she'd ever given him a name he couldn't remember it. Actually, most of the details of their encounter escaped him. Did he sleep with this one? He wasn't sure. "Long time no see," he said dryly, trying to gauge her reaction to him. A fresh wave of guilt hit him with the realization that if he had slept with her that was yet another encounter that could have had disastrous results. Until Daegmar he'd recognized that every one of them had been a possibility, but now it was real. With this realization he decided to get to the point, "You're laying in my medicinals." |
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