roland/aswan

It was almost ridiculous how much had happened to - and with - Aswan in the time she'd been on Manta Carlos that hadn't happened back at home. Good things, mostly, too. For instance, researching to her heart's content was definitely acheivable back home, but not doing so with a group of...

Calm yourself, you idiot. No one's there. Aswan looked around her dorm room, still cluttered (cluttered? Aswan hadn't seen it this messy before - it shamed her, really) with dozens of sheets of papers, a rainbow of papers, staring at her. At her. She'd never had to deal with papers giving her...

The festival was in full swing, but in truth, Roland Knightkin's attention wasn't on the music or the booths, it was on the lovely ghost beside him. Smiling he gently lifted her hand and kissed it, "you look amazing love," he smiled happily, he always enjoyed being around her, "thank you for...