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exsiliumlogs2013-06-26 04:29 am
totallytrustworthy) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-26 04:29 am
And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?
Date & Time: 6/26
Location: Italy 2006
Characters: CF and Roslyn Small
Summary: Timetravel! Far off lands! Thievery! Deceit and deception and probably a lot of really bad friendship choices.
Warnings: Chloe is a butt. News at 10
There's no getting used to it. That strange, disorienting sensation that feels like being funneled right through the cracks in the floor before turning up in some other time and place. But unlike the last however many times Chloe and her fellow conscripts have tumbled head over heels back into the thick of things, Venice-- 2006 Venice, to be exact-- is about as familiar as it gets.
And god, the recognizable din that comes from cluttered mid-day streets, the smell of exhaust and bakeries and dirty water pooled up in gutter cracks. She's missed it. She's missed all of it more than she cares to admit.
Not for much longer, though.
"Ready to learn from the best, darling?" Chloe asks, drumming her fingers idly against her upper thighs just below the pocket hems. Slight and short and the only sign of excitement she bothers to express.
Location: Italy 2006
Characters: CF and Roslyn Small
Summary: Timetravel! Far off lands! Thievery! Deceit and deception and probably a lot of really bad friendship choices.
Warnings: Chloe is a butt. News at 10
There's no getting used to it. That strange, disorienting sensation that feels like being funneled right through the cracks in the floor before turning up in some other time and place. But unlike the last however many times Chloe and her fellow conscripts have tumbled head over heels back into the thick of things, Venice-- 2006 Venice, to be exact-- is about as familiar as it gets.
And god, the recognizable din that comes from cluttered mid-day streets, the smell of exhaust and bakeries and dirty water pooled up in gutter cracks. She's missed it. She's missed all of it more than she cares to admit.
Not for much longer, though.
"Ready to learn from the best, darling?" Chloe asks, drumming her fingers idly against her upper thighs just below the pocket hems. Slight and short and the only sign of excitement she bothers to express.