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black and white sketch of edwin payne from dead boy detectives.



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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    Fitz steps into the pillar on Aslevjal and emerges after a fortnight, not quite missing the Fool at Buckkeep.

    Title from the poem "Return" by Maxine Scates.

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    11 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    It was worse, somehow, to give a little than to give nothing, if I couldn’t give all.

    Fitz fumbles his way through the Tawny Man era. The Fool is patient.

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    06 May 2026

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    No one cared; no one ever did. The world turned on, grinding the bones of the forgotten to dust as it went. You could run and run and run, and it didn’t matter – it would catch you in the end.

    Edwin cared.

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    23 Jun 2024

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    you make a fool of death with your beauty by Anonymous https://archiveofourown.org/works/56855458

    No one cared; no one ever did. The world turned on, grinding the bones of the forgotten to dust as it went. You could run and run and run, and it didn’t matter – it would catch you in the end.

    Edwin cared.

    “I’m glad I died,” Edwin said.

    Charles stared at him incredulously. “Run that by me again?”

    “If I had lived, I would not have met you,” Edwin said. “That is not acceptable.”

     

    “Oh.” Charles looked a little dazed. “Is that right?”

     

    “I mean it,” Edwin said. He needed Charles to know. “Truly. As long as you exist in the same world as I do, I will be happy.”

     

    Charles dropped forward, his head settling into the space between Edwin’s shoulder and his throat. He could feel the pressure of it, and something like warmth, however unlikely that seemed. Why not? Charles was warmth personified.

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    A pair of lips press shakily on his temple. Charles Rowland’s blood definitely runs hot, Edwin decides, definitely.

    “You’re not asking anything, mate. But you have to understand that you are worth saving, a thousand times over. You are worth knowing, Edwin.”

    Something bigger than the whole, wide sky. Something bigger than death, perhaps.

    (where Edwin does not ask to be known, but Charles knows anyway)

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    21 Jun 2024

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    it's you that i hold on to by lrvzender https://archiveofourown.org/works/55865953

    A pair of lips press shakily on his temple. Charles Rowland’s blood definitely runs hot, Edwin decides, definitely.

    “You’re not asking anything, mate. But you have to understand that you are worth saving, a thousand times over. You are worth knowing, Edwin.”

    Something bigger than the whole, wide sky. Something bigger than death, perhaps.

    (where Edwin does not ask to be known, but Charles knows anyway)

  5. Public Bookmark 97

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    It's not something Charles noticed right away in the heat of things, considering they'd been in hell the first time it happened, and at the mercy of a deranged witch the other.

    But they'd been the only times he'd seen Edwin without his usual posh school attire.

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    19 Jun 2024

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    solatium by matelotage https://archiveofourown.org/works/55644760

    It's not something Charles noticed right away in the heat of things, considering they'd been in hell the first time it happened, and at the mercy of a deranged witch the other.

    But they'd been the only times he'd seen Edwin without his usual posh school attire.