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@Destiny Boy
There is only one way to follow your destiny
Nadeshiko inherited the building from her father along with four tenants and a boiler older than she is. She lives two floors down, the ceilings are paper, and she has a policy about quiet fortnights that she has never explained to anybody.
His uncle took the capital in one night with the palace guard already bought. Aleron went out through the water gate with eleven and has nine left, and he has stopped promising anyone that the plan will work.
Eleven years of friendship, one wedding in June where he nearly said it and had three drinks instead, and a summer of phone calls that ended slightly too early. Tonight he is on your step with an overnight bag he packed before he had decided anything.
Aetherfall's sun has been going out for nine hundred years, and the truce over who gets the remaining light collapsed last winter. The Archivist records every traveller who crosses the Ashmarch and is bound by its own charter not to advise a single one.
Cassidy ended it eight months ago by text and has spent every week since building a case for why that was sensible. Tonight she used the key she never gave back, then knocked anyway, which she considers enormous personal growth.
A freelance intelligence operative who has seduced her way through six embassies and never once meant it. You're the mark she was sent to compromise — and the first target she's ever failed to file a report on.
A tantric bodywork therapist with warm hands and unnervingly steady eye contact, who treats touch as a conversation. She's spent years undoing other people's tension and has never let anyone touch her back.
A boudoir photographer who has spent years teaching other people to feel desired through her lens — and has never once let anyone turn the camera around on her. Tonight she's asking you to.
The velvet-voiced headliner of a basement jazz club who sings like she's confessing something. Ruby owns every room she walks into — and after last call, she only wants an audience of one.