[Iris' text message comes with a photograph of her workbench, the stained glass and robot horse parts and unidentifiable items of alien technology glinting in the soft light of many heartshaped candles.
She didn't have to think twice about who to thank. Perfect mystery gifts left by stealth are as much Cassel's trademark as his beautiful cheekbones or his strange sculptures or his synthesis of honest lies.]
the purple one balanced on top of the Naxian tissue stimulator smells like Hyspero market on a spring morning right after the wet season ends. Everything's still green and flowering like crazy so that all the streets smell like drunken honey and the fat gold-and-purple bees meander through the air like untethered dirigibles. The snack-seller's tray is piled high with deep-fried blossoms in batter, their insides bursting with caramelised nectar like sweet magma. The pigeons gather on the glazed tiles of the rooftops in the early sun and recite fragments of stories to shoppers in exchange for crumbs, and in the street cafes the last of the late-night drinkers sip their dragon's blood while the early market traders slug back red-bean coffee in gold cups like thimbles.
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She didn't have to think twice about who to thank. Perfect mystery gifts left by stealth are as much Cassel's trademark as his beautiful cheekbones or his strange sculptures or his synthesis of honest lies.]
the purple one balanced on top of the Naxian tissue stimulator smells like Hyspero market on a spring morning right after the wet season ends. Everything's still green and flowering like crazy so that all the streets smell like drunken honey and the fat gold-and-purple bees meander through the air like untethered dirigibles. The snack-seller's tray is piled high with deep-fried blossoms in batter, their insides bursting with caramelised nectar like sweet magma. The pigeons gather on the glazed tiles of the rooftops in the early sun and recite fragments of stories to shoppers in exchange for crumbs, and in the street cafes the last of the late-night drinkers sip their dragon's blood while the early market traders slug back red-bean coffee in gold cups like thimbles.
one day I will take you there, I promise. <3 <3