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    Gaelic proverb: the world will come to an end, but love and music will go on.

    To attend his cousin's wedding, Olruggio brings the atelier to Ghodrey.

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    They lay there in the dark and Olruggio thought that this was the most content he'd ever been in his life. He thought that he could stay here forever. He could fall asleep just like this every night, with Qifrey's heartbeat beneath his ear and Qifrey's hand in his hair.

    "Will you remember this?" Qifrey asked.

    A strange thing to ask, he was not that drunk. Olruggio frowned. "What?"

    "Tomorrow, will you remember this?" Qifrey's thumb brushed his cheekbone. "In the morning, will you remember?"

    ☆ Qifrey and Olruggio are traveling back to the Great Hall when they stop at an inn for the night. There's only one bed, Olruggio is slightly drunk, and Qifrey keeps asking if he'll remember.

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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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    "Erase it. Qifrey, you have to erase it, all of it, do it now while you still—"

    "No."

    "You promised me—"

    "I know what I promised." He was half-blind and half-tree and irrevocably finished, and the sound of Olruggio begging him to take his memories was worse than anything the silverwood had done to him or would yet do. "I'm not going to do it."

    In which the silverwood has pierced his lungs and Qifrey tries his hand at truthfulness with Olruggio. He hasn't got much practice, but Olruggio has always been willing to wait.

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    “Sometimes I worry,” he swallowed, “That’s why I need you here to tell me I’m being stupid.”

    “Olruggio.”

    “Tell me I’m being stupid, Qifrey.”

    He wanted to swallow the space between them. He knew his friend did too. He wasn’t sure how he did. Maybe it was the subtle way Qifrey watched his hands as he worked. Maybe it was the glasses of liquor he’d insist he’d pour for him. Maybe it was how he always came for Olruggio’s laundry first. It was impossible to speak of such things, but it didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

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    02 Jun 2026