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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    Olruggio just so happened to wander into the kitchen during the dead of night when he caught a sight most curious.

    That of... the room lit only by the full moon's gleam, and a single pyreball lit on the centre of the dining table.

    Qifrey was seated with a cup of tea abandoned before him. He had his cheeks held in his hands, his elbows propped upon the table, and his narrowed eye affixed to the spell as though it were whispering to him the very secrets of the stars.

    How... bizarre.

    Even for him.

    "Uhm, Qifrey? Are you with it?"

    Qifrey learns to relax by staring at pyreballs. He falls into a trance, which Olruggio aids him through.

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    23 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 82

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    There it was, that thing Qifrey did, where he offered a piece of himself wrapped in observation about someone else, like a gift hidden inside a gift, and you had to decide whether to unwrap the second layer or pretend you had only received the first. Olruggio had spent half his life learning to read these offerings and in doing so he had become the foremost scholar of a language spoken by exactly one person in all the world.

    "I'm stubborn because someone has to be," he said. "You'd float away on your own mysteries if no one kept you tethered."

    "Perhaps." The maddingly sad smile again. "Perhaps that's so."

    In which Olruggio brings tea to Qifrey's study on a damp evening and finds him working in the dark again, the staff out and the fire dying.

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    20 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 78

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    Qifrey is restless, and every part of him hums with something he can’t name. Not fear, not guilt. Not quite.

    (Maybe it's worry. Maybe it's fondness. Maybe it's a thousand, thousand other things.)

    i.e, the night sharpens fears and wine loosens tongues. It rains. Qifrey worries, and Olruggio is himself. The two are as close as always.

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    18 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 78

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    It’s stupid. It’s incredibly stupid, Qifrey knows this. But he couldn’t bear it anymore - the image of his dearest friend, of his body sprawled out, limp and fragile and unaware. The bodies that pile up, the vial of tears that are used and refilled - he cannot bear the repetition any longer, the sensation of hurting Olruggio.

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    Alternatively: Qifrey leaves the Great Hall. As he encounters people on his journey, he’s nudged back to Olruggio’s side.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    He was stuck in these underground ruins with three weeping apprentices. If Qifrey was going to be the death of him, he’d appreciate some good old fashioned murder instead of this doing him in.

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    11 Jun 2026