Malaksha
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Blood stained Daan's mouth, dripping down his chin and throat, pooling in the space between his collar bones. His hands were soaked, pressing against the death wound of the cow, his eyes so wide that the whites of them stood out against the darkness of the barn like two little lights.
“Oh.” He swallowed, throat bobbing. “You’re back early.”
Bookmarked by Malaksha
26 Dec 2024
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The sheer absolute excitement that I felt when I saw this
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“...What’s your name then, eastern transplant?” the young man asked when Artemy could taste smoke.
“Artemy,” he answered, earning raised eyebrows for his honesty. The young man seemed surprised by the response to his own question. Instead of pulling out his own cigarette, he reclaimed the one Artemy had chosen to take a drag himself. There were plenty in his pack before, though, weren’t there?
“Artemy… My, my… That’s your real name, isn’t it?”
“…Should it not be?” he asked.
The other young man was still smiling at him though and offering him back the cigarette still to share.
“No. I rather think it should be,” he answered. “Audentes fortuna iuvat… Just for that, you can call me Daniil.”
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- Part 1 of Smoulder and Ash
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Daan traveled to Prehevil with no intention of ever returning alive. His new friends seem determined to keep him breathing -- no matter the cost.
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Bookmarked by Malaksha
20 May 2024
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i love the characterization of daan so much
like i think this is my favourite termina fic
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Things Gertrude Robinson possesses: decades of experience killing, containing, and otherwise thwarting supernatural beings, an uncompromising drive to destroy the Rituals and the people who would see them completed, Gerry's loyalty. Things Gertrude Robinson apparently also possesses: a monster on a magic leash.
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Close your eyes
Swallow the sun
You have only just begun
Breathe In -Son Lux‘It was in the car. Under the seat.’
Barry slowly lost grip on the beer in his hand as his thoughts raced and for a second he thought, as it hit the ground, ‘This must be a pathetic metaphor for my life.’
Bookmarked by Malaksha
07 Jul 2023