ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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[paralyzer]

Yes. [ She peers up at him through the thick of her lashes. It's not coy, not from Laurie — it just is because that's how life works. It hurts because it hurts. When it hurts enough, it bleeds. (After enough it bruises and the words do that again taste like honey on a raw throat.)

Her weight shifts the smallest fraction as she leans in, as if wanting to share her own secret (or maybe it's to get him to press harder; it's hard to tell). ]

Do you like it?

[insides]

'Course I do. Nobody can wear them like you do.

[So full of flattery, this one.]