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Vicious_Cycle ([info]vicious_cycle) wrote,
@ 2013-01-08 00:28:00


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The Spire is Hot
Normally, Nick's sacrilege only goes so far.
Some days, some things are just necessary.

He's been talking for a while with an individual in an otherwise empty church, aside from the occasional movements of the functionary keeping the place up and keeping an eye on things, who leave the pair to talk. Until the tall blond man rises and goes his own way, leaving Nick sitting alone in the open church, looking contemplative.


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[info]sandcastlegod
2013-01-08 08:27 am UTC (link)
Corey sets a hand on his arm, oldschoolishly, though not with anything even remotely approaching his usual cheerful enthusiasm. "Thanks, Nick. Good luck with your night." And he'll, being Corey, sort of nod politely to the statues as he leaves the church.

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