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Phoenix's Muses (
2009-04-03 03:02 am (UTC)
Felix's whole face, on the other hand, is lit up.
"See?" he says as he pushes the glass-plate door shut. They're standing on a small patio, bright flowering trees shading it from either side; it's humid and smells like damp earth, or a recent rainfall.
(If you squint, you can also see faded lines that look like floor plans sketched over the patio tiles. Felix's flirtation with wanting to be an architect, brief as it might have been, was...rather enthusiastic.)
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