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“Don’t go swoonin’ in my arms, Kenway,” he hears Mary say from somewhere far away.
Edward smirks weakly, fingernails digging into James’—no, Mary’s arms as he sways on his feet. “Can’t help it,” he slurs. “You’re just so bloody gorgeous. As a woman and as a man.”
But Mary only frowns. “You’re delirious, Edward.”
“I am perfectly clear of mind!” And with that, Edward’s eyelids flutter shut and he pitches forward in Mary’s arms.
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24 Jul 2026
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Julien Davinos and five conversations on grief
also known as Julien's no good very bad day after his already no good very bad day
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19 Jul 2026
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"There's more writing on the bottom of the bowl," Shadowheart said. She was crouched down and pointing to markings on the underside of the creepy, bloodstained altar.
"Is there? What does it say?" Gale asked, shuffling on his knees to get closer to where she was pointing.
"He's going to crawl around like this and then complain about his knees all the way back to camp," Astarion muttered, sounding half amused and half exasperated. Karlach chuckled just a little, because he was right. Talk about being your own worst enemy: Gale versus his knees and back.
"It says 'within each self a monster'," Shadowheart read off of the underside of the bowl.
"Oh, this is very interesting," Gale said. "The blood spilled in the bowl will touch the other phrases, but not this one. I think that marks it as optional. I've heard of something like this before. Azuth set out trials for young mages where one could mark certain incantations with chalk and leave others blank, indicating how difficult a challenge one was willing to face."
"This would make the trial harder?" Shadowheart asked, straightening. "A more difficult test?"
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19 Jul 2026
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Julien and Occtis take the opportunity to talk during their last night in Dol-Makjar, knowing that the next day they will head northward towards Timmony, and eventually the Golden Orchard.
“Hey, this is for you. Though you probably don’t need it.”
A bottle of wine was pressed into his hands and Occtis sat down in front of him, almost prim even when he was seated on the ground.
“It’s from Hal’s cellar, so it’s gotten a little warm, I hope that’s fine,” Occtis said. “I can’t drink it, so…”
“I don’t mind warm wine,” Julien said, popping off the cork and taking a swig. Not Davinos wine, but tolerable. “And tonight is a good night not to think.”
“We won’t have Thaisha with us to get rid of your hangover in the morning,” Occtis warned.
“She wouldn’t have done it anyway, so the situation has not changed,” Julien said. He studied Occtis a moment. He still looked a little banged up, but better than before. “Someone finally got around to tending your injuries?”
“Uh, yeah. Kattigan,” Occtis said.
“I’ll have to remember to thank him,” Julien said, taking another gulp of wine.
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17 Jul 2026
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“He hasn't saved - you know what, never mind.” Occtis sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Julien has a particular set of people he’s very protective about. I happen to fall into that category because he needs me to get back at my family. That’s it.”
“Get back at your family.” Thimble repeats flatly. “The same family he let get away right now to burn himself for you?”
Or: Thimble realizes Julien isn't as nonchalant about Occtis as he'd like to claim. Whether or not *she* is, is absolutely besides the point
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10 Jul 2026