Date: 2008-06-13 08:02 pm (UTC)
Merkurii's head lolled briefly, his dark champagne hair slapped across one cheek like a curtain of raw silk.

The brutish officer had cuffed him with skillful, sudden violence, the pain diffuse and almost blotted out by adrenaline.

"Who?" the dancer murmured, touching his tongue to his lip, where it had been cut slightly by his teeth.

He tasted blood.

"What does that have to do with-"
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