You know, I don't think I ever understood the idea of expatriation outside simply dreaming of a world beyond my Master's reach. Apparently all I needed was the right potential home.
And the right company.
[Oh, how those garnet eyes glint above the green cast of his upturned palm, each syllable tigerine in ways that rise too easily behind now-fragile ribs.]
But what slave doesn't know how to silence their steps beyond shadow or the dead of night? Or feign sleep so as to go unnoticed? Sleight of hand— misdirection— flattery itself: the skills that once bore me through the depths of misery now afford a higher—
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And the right company.
[Oh, how those garnet eyes glint above the green cast of his upturned palm, each syllable tigerine in ways that rise too easily behind now-fragile ribs.]
But what slave doesn't know how to silence their steps beyond shadow or the dead of night? Or feign sleep so as to go unnoticed? Sleight of hand— misdirection— flattery itself: the skills that once bore me through the depths of misery now afford a higher—
[Long ears twitch once, delayed.]