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WHO: Wysteria, Cassius, Flint & Various
WHAT: Catch-all for fantasy August....which is just August
WHEN: August
WHERE: Kirkwall/The Surrounding Free Marches/misc
NOTES: Content warnings in subject lines; holler at me if you want a bespoke starter, otherwise feel free to drop me a start for whatever your heart desires.

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[hornswoggle]

In the span of time between Flint's forehead settling at his hip and the disruption of that contact, John lets out a long-held breath. (A breath drawn in over six weeks ago, remaining caught there in his chest until now.) Had Flint remained, John's hand might have moved. As it is, his exploration is limited to a steady movement of his thumb at Flint's collarbone, easily drawn to a close at the upward motion.

John's hand comes there, to his elbow, first as he rises, then shifting along with the work of Flint's hands at the laces, over the flex of muscle at his forearm.

"A week," John choruses, meaning behind it clear to the point where no protest need be made on account of the extent of injury John has yet to fully understand. "Not by carriage, this time."