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Dum Spiro, Spero, by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} troyswann Pullo and Vorenus after Kalends of February. This exactly nails so many things for me: Pullo wondered how many hours he'd spent studying the light playing in those eyes over the years, if you added all the fleeting moments together. Sunsets and torchlight and watery cloudlight, thoughtlight. Always obliquely, though, because Vorenus was usually looking ahead and Pullo was looking at Vorenus, waiting for the decision to be made. Now was different. | ||||||||
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