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| | Ceasefire, by spiderflower :: FicWad: fresh-picked original and fan fiction (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-14) |
 | | Jaina knows that he ran on pure adrenaline, unstopping, unceasing, a force of nature when her eyes were burning and she was faltering over the latest plan of their assaults on the Scourge and, most of all, dying for a cup of hot sugary tea. |
 | | Jaina pushes her cloak away, off her shoulders, bare-armed in the terribly profound darkness barely pierced by the firelights, and looks at her wrists: her fingers are stained with ink nowadays, from signing too many things, scribemarks rather than warrior ones. |
 | | When Jaina's gone, they say nothing - or maybe all he can listen to is the last dying footfall of her, over and over again, as if she hasn't left. |
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