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Jul. 5th, 2005 01:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
path_unpreparedThe photograph is still on his desk, still face-up. But there is something else beside it on the desk.
A teacup. White china, like the ones the bar has been giving him.
Yet there is a small smudge of lipstick on the edge of the cup, for some reason.
And inside the cup at the very bottom, is a delicate-looking signet ring with a stylised rose crest.
Mikage only hesitates for
(an eternity)
a fraction of a second, before he reaches into the cup.
The ring slides easily onto his finger. As if it were made to fit him perfectly.
A teacup. White china, like the ones the bar has been giving him.
Yet there is a small smudge of lipstick on the edge of the cup, for some reason.
And inside the cup at the very bottom, is a delicate-looking signet ring with a stylised rose crest.
Mikage only hesitates for
(an eternity)
a fraction of a second, before he reaches into the cup.
The ring slides easily onto his finger. As if it were made to fit him perfectly.
