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“It’s too bad you’re not secretly some rich fuck, laddie,” Seamus mused with his chin in his hand, “You could always just buy the place yourself, or build your own.”
Hob sat up so suddenly the barstool wobbled like the lip of a preschooler. The world only spun a little as he pointed a semi dramatic finger at Old Seamus. “That’s it Seamus, old chap! I’ll just buy the place!” Seamus of course only chuckled at him.
“Oh aye? With what, the vast wealth you’ve accumulated over an immortal lifetime? Yer drunk, boy.”Series
- Part 2 of Between Here and Always
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"I don't see how this is my problem," he gestured lazily with a wine goblet, as indolent as Dionysus himself. "She's done it to herself. Let her plot her own escape. Perhaps," Here, Apollo sneered, "she might dream herself free." That final, delicate thread of restraint snapped as cleanly as though the fates themselves had cut it. Urania glowed with the fire of distant stars.
"So help me Apollo, by the Endless themselves I will see to it your name is torn from the heavens and the minds of men altogether if you ever speak so of my sisters again!"What if the Muses had found a way to free Calliope... with a little help?
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Martin came back to himself in pieces. First, the dull roar of his heart, pumping steadily in his chest. Then, the tingling almost-pain of feet long since gone to sleep. The rasp and whorl of wood beneath his fingertips and cheek, the slow ache of a crick in his neck and lower back that feel like old friends.
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“Aha!” Csethiro sat up, displacing him somewhat abruptly. “Thou dost admit it, then!”
“Admit what?” said Maia bewilderedly, trying to sit up—
“That ‘tis my job to hate people on thy behalf,” said Csethiro magnificently, with a rather intense look in her eye that Maia did not entirely trust, even if he did rather like it.
“I did not… quite say that…”
“Let me deal with Mer Abrevar, husband,” said Csethiro— in a tone she obviously thought was measured, because she looked proud of herself. It was not measured. It was immense.Series
- Part 3 of csethiro zhasan
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An overanalysis of Flambae, his family, and everyone caught in the blast.
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To call Robert's new situation with Flambae ‘complicated’ would be a drastic understatement.
Robert cut his fucking fingers off. Flambae tried to burn him to death after a bar fight. They aren’t good for each other, barely even like each other, and there’s no way it’s going to end well.
But when the sex is this fucking good, Robert is having trouble listening to the logic.
Or, the one where they become fuckbuddies and catch feelings.
(Everyone pretend to be shocked.)
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