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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6571672" data-attributes="member: 11146">[MENTION=95059]Forged Fury[/MENTION][section][align=left]http://i58.tinypic.com/es53zd.jpg[/align]Briony tried to pay attention.  She really did.  The dust of the day, the battle with the lri, the exhaustion of one too many fetes and constant travel caught her.  She stood next to Zephia, for all intents and purposes mentally aware.  But not.  Her eyes glazed.  She wet her lips.  Shifted her weight once to her left foot.  Her mind wandered to Rolfe, spinning images and words. I need parchment and a quill.  Hell.  Briony shuddered, and gave in to a few moments of fancy.[/section][sblock=Epistolary Love Affair]<s>Dear</s> Rolfe,I like your swagger, the way you move.  The way your mind works.  Christ on a crutch, your mind.  Your <s>shoulders</s> <s>calves</s>forearms are twined with muscle, sure, but the part of you that burns hottest is your smarts.   Jesus, Rolfe.  Do you know how badly I want you?  I can't sleep at night for thinking of you.  I can't concentrate during the day.  Claim what's yours.  I want to be pushed up against the wall, pinned by the wrists . . . .[/sblock]</blockquote>