We were the kings and queens of promise

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This post is for you to give me your address if you want a card. Cookie winners only have to comment in winner section since you will get a card by default~. Comments will be screened.

WINNERS:
- Tot
- Ace
- Mikage
- Rui
- Ryner
- Ami
- Niyx
- Rubyd

Winners, I'll probably hit you up late this weekend to choose your cookie types~.

[OOC: Keeping this here for keepability.]

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This seems the proper account for this post.

I plan on sending out about 7 packages of 20-30 cookies. My cookies come highly recommended from all who have received them in the past. :3 Sadly, I am only sending 7 cookie packages because mailing cookies is ridic expensive. Since I have so many people I wish I could send cookies to, I am hosting a lottery.

Note: Cookie lottery applicable to only U.S. residents. Anyone may request a card. Replies will be screened.

Provide your real name/address if you wish to be entered into cookie lottery. I will select 7 names from some randomizer Friday, Dec. 16. Then I will provide a list of cookie options for winners to choose from and send next week.

I am also doing cards. Anyone can ask for a card. Warning, I love doing cards and am crazy wordy. If you would like a card, please provide name/address and put CARD ONLY in the subject line. o/

GOOD LUCK, MY FELLOW COOKIE FANS.

[This afternoon finds one failemp in his usual haunt in the library, practically walled in by piles of books on the occult. Yet, the laptop in front of him reveals only a blank page. He stares harder at the open curse book at his side, as if he could will the words to stop swimming together in his head. Thus far, he has managed little success.]

[Allll the delayed party hijinks for Zero and Lelouch will go here.]

[It's morning in the garden and the air is still slightly chill from the recently departed night. But such things are of little consequence to the young man who rests on his knees by the largest patch of lilies, recalling another day in a garden considerably larger than this one and the jubilant companion that raced ahead of him -- through the paths of flowers, calling his name excitedly in her bubbly voice and mock-pouting when his attempts to keep up with her were frequently hampered by his own exhausted breaths. Then, another day, when it was her struggling to catch her breath, the flowered paths at her side now endless puddles of red, dark petals of the color staining her lily-white dress -- And again, she calls his name, eagerly encouraging him one last time to join her game.

The recollection is simpler than the dreams that brought him here, fantasies of them working together to forge something pure, pure and not wrenched from the bloody tatters of a bitter recovery. Something that wouldn't have been paid for by a litany of names stretching onto forever -- he had made it a point then to learn every single one of them. One should always know the exact cost of an exchange. Oh how that child that had teased him by the flowers, that woman that had beamed at him in the darkened headquarters of her precious gift to the Japanese (to the world) would have hated the entire act.

He reaches for one of the lily's fragile petals (yes it is fitting that this had been the flower she waited at those many years ago when things were still fresh and full of possibility). His eyes lower, no longer focusing on the flower but instead losing himself to his memories.]

And what now, Euphie? Would you manage a smile for the broken world I have laid at the lap of Nunnally and all the others who would claim it? It is not how you would have done it of course, but... I have never had your gentle touch. Nunnally does. You know it too. Even with everything I have done to her, bloodying her hands just as I bloodied yours, forcing her to claim each death as her own... she is still your sister. Her hands are more capable of helping to shape the world you saw than mine ever were. Just as I will always be the destroyer, you two will always be the true creators, architects of a future that I could only ever barely glimpse.

But is it enough? Even if it is accepted by our world, I wonder if it would be accepted by you. Or would you still the shadows of what could have been? I admit, I have long blinded myself from them. Perhaps, you would find some hope in knowing that those possibilities are now in the hands of the one who could always see. It is the type of simple poetry that you once cherished. Ah, Euphie?

[The cabin is deserted this afternoon, except for one failemp, who is positioned length-wise across one of the more comfortable chairs. He looks thoroughly exhausted, as he may have increasingly looked for the last several weeks. His hair hasn't been touched this morning and his usual winter jacket is nowhere to be found. Instead, he manages a loose hold on a few leaves of paper. Another stack sits beside the chair, slightly uneven as if someone has already gone through those papers. Luca rests curled but awake on the middle of his chest, her tail twitching rhythmically. Although Lelouch's attention is solely on the reports in his right hand, the left moves routinely over the cat's back, the probable cause for the movements of her tail.]