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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 19, 2008 0:31:38 GMT -5
He glared at her lack of confidence. And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his shoulders slumped and his eyes stopped blazing, like someone had blown out the flame.
"Yeah, well," his voice had a note of defeat, "I guess you had to get married someday." His lip curled in a bitter slant. "I'm going to your wedding as the blackest, scariest Nightmare I can. And I'll wink and blow you kisses the whole time. Right in front of your three-year-old husband. Maybe he'll get mad and I'll have an excuse to barbeque him."
He steered their carriage onto a less worn road, vetoing Dreamland altogether. They drove through various rural areas, past The Lake, until they came to the outskirts of the Meditation Glades.
He hopped off and held out a hand to help her down. "We'll have to walk from here, it's buried in almost the middle."
ooc; Post in the Glades?
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