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I finished theidentitycode. Darcy and Arianne: ♥

Now RL and fics, and everything else that has been on complete hold...

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Because Razzle was talking about Orlando's breathing:

Dreamer
100 words

His mouth is slightly open, exhalations making the loose curl that escapes across his cheek flutter up and down. There is no tension in his brow now, the aches of the day are soothed away. His fingers are curled unconsciously at his chest, looped around the charms, rising and falling in a deep rhythm, keeping time to a clock only his body hears. His left cheek and temple are imprinted slightly from the cushion that his head was resting on before a subtle shift sent it cascading to the floor. The flutter of his eyelashes betray the fact he dreams.

EDIT:

Razzle's reply:


Years of sleeping alone, when and where rest found him, and he’s become used to sleeping in strange positions. He tangles his arms around himself and huffs with the frequent turns he feels the need to make.
His mouth lies open and once in a while there’s an equine sort of sniff. He could be exorcising demons of an unpleasant night image or merely shifting dust kicked up by the day’s activity.
If night wind kisses him, his brow wrinkles like a child disturbed, but on waking he’ll deny it, and not remember the dream that caused him to turn over and reach out into warm space.


dammit, why does she have to outdo me in everything?