Fairly warned, ye be.
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Himiko growled, fixing herself a strong cup of coffee. She had decided, after awaking at 3am, feeling shivery and yearning and very un-Himiko-like, on three rules.
1) She would not go back to sleep.
2) She would not dream
3) She would absolutely, definitely NOT dream of being kissed by a man with eyes as blue as wild forget-me-nots.
Uh...
4) She would never, ever draw comparison between a man's eyes and a flower again.
Within an hour, she was asleep on the sofa, dreaming of being kissed by a man with eyes as blue as wild forget-me-nots. Damn it.
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Just take a wild stab in the dark as to who the eyes belong to. xD. Sincerest apologies for the flower analogy, it just ended up that way.
