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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Broken Sword/Flying Snow
Feedback: Good lines, ugly ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Snow on the warrior.
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They met in war, they lived and loved in blood and death, and they dream of peace. But some nights, when the moon is over the baleful Ch’in horizon—and some days, when the lines of wounded from the front lines do not end before that horizon—Snow sits with her love’s head in her lap and her hands clenched against her hips. When she bites her lip, the blood that beads on it is hot and burning.
He wishes to be cool and flowing like the river, which gives life to the land. Snow does as well, but she wonders sometimes if, when they plunge in, anything besides wet ashes will be left.
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