http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-10-13 05:04 am (UTC)

She leans back, not letting go of his hand.

"There is no good way to answer that question," she says, one eyebrow rising in a way that might remind him of a certain Vulcan. And since he seems to have run out of questions, she'll take the next one.

"What was her name?"

Olga let fear guide her path once, an age and a day ago. Never again.

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