Aithne
The ties were black, the lies were white
Aithne drags Soren to the game, all effervescence and mischief. She hasn't played duck, duck, goose since she was a child, but the flyers seemed to promise a unique twist on the game, and what else is there to do, anyway? "Come on," Aithne complains, tugging her best friend along. "We're gonna miss it."
But fortunately they arrive on time, just as Melita begins to explain the rules of the game. At the news of a twist, Aithne grins at Soren. She can already imagine all kinds of ways to fuck with whoever is It. Or whoever is being chased. Or both. Always both.
Taking her place in the circle, Aithne waits for the game to start, sizing up her competition with a feral grin.
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Aithne arrives!
But fortunately they arrive on time, just as Melita begins to explain the rules of the game. At the news of a twist, Aithne grins at Soren. She can already imagine all kinds of ways to fuck with whoever is It. Or whoever is being chased. Or both. Always both.
Taking her place in the circle, Aithne waits for the game to start, sizing up her competition with a feral grin.
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Aithne arrives!
In shades of gray in candlelight
