Dreadlords Dance for all that we've been through

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“It’s not you, it’s me!” Zaire shouted, but that was a mistake as he felt it all come up. He swallowed back the first wave of bile, shuddering at the bitter-sour taste that coated his mouth. He took another step forward. He really, really needed to get outside. “I’m not good enough for—“ and then it all came up and Zaire couldn’t stop, bending over and retching onto the dance floor.

Houri
 
  • Scared
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Houri cringed back as vomit hit the floor. Blood, dismembered bodies, trailing entrails - all absolutely fine. Vomit? There was just something about the smell that made her stomach churn.

I said he looked sick earlier, didn't I?

He's been fine all night. Zinnia didn't make him throw up.

Maybe he had some of Trix's punch

"I'll... I'll err - I'll go get a medic," she offered then hurried off, careful to keep her skirts and feet out of any wayward chunks.
 
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Zaire knew he had fucked up.

Some fateful dance this was supposed to be.

Maybe next time he could tell her how he felt.
 
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