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| | Three of Swords, Three of Cups |
 | | Seeing that the two fl-clad male beings in her charge were no longer about to do each other harm, Eregion stepped a few paces back, taking in the forest and the glimmering lamp-light as if seeing it for the first time. |
 | | Amid the clearing power of that sound, which seemed to hang in the air, Severus tilted his face in and tangled himself in the happy awkwardness of the meeting of three sets of lips, three eager faces colliding close, and two strong arms closing across his back, coming from opposite directions. |
 | | Eregion had sat up like a lightning bolt, throwing a scrap of cloth across her body, glancing around the glade like a wild thing. |
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