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Dutch caught Hosea's shoulder as he turned away.
"Come on now, Old Girl, you're not–"
The pet name was what did it. Hosea ripped his arm from his shoulder, pulling his revolver and shoving it into his chest. "I. Wasn't. Askin'."
Dutch and Micah return to Clemens Point without Arthur. Hosea does not agree with their synopsis that all is well.
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29 May 2026
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nothing but a queer and confounding infatuation by ghostlylullaby
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
09 Jul 2024
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Evie finds her brother on a rooftop in Lambeth, mere hours before they are meant to take out Crawford Starrick.
Jacob seems... preoccupied.
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02 Apr 2026
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Hair, dark. Eyes, grey. He makes a poetic picture, a penumbral figure shining in the dark, like a crystal set in deep velvet. His white mask brings out the gleam of his eyes, magnetizes Goro's gaze to him.
He's masked, yes, and oddly dressed, but he looks likely as human as Goro is.
The boy stepped closer to Goro, one red-gloved hand held out towards him, as if to steady him by the shoulder.
"Are you all right?" the boy said.
(Or—Goro has no powers, no Persona. This doesn't stop him from meeting Joker.)
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02 Aug 2024
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From holy cup comes holy light;
The faithful hand sets world aright.
And in the Seven Martyrs’ sight,
Mere man shall end this endless night.What starts with Aaron being woken up by the smell of Baptiste's blood, ends with his lover being cradled in an angel's embrace.
Fortunately for them, the halo comes simply from the daystar's light dancing in Aaron's hair.
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- Part 3 of Year of the OTP 2023
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20 Jul 2024
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The cold steel of the gun sent a chill down his spine. The revolver was pressed against his nape, the thrum of his pulse vibrating against the metal.
Dr. Ratio’s hands, clasped around the revolver, trembled ever so slightly. Aventurine’s held steady, gripping the other’s, forcing the gun to press harder on his neck.
“Fear isn’t a good look on you.”
“Fear is a rational response, and it would be idiotic of me to deny its presence.”
“How unlike you.” Aventurine loosens his grip to tuck a strand of hair behind Dr. Ratio’s ear, lightly wiping away the singular bead of sweat upon his brow. “It is quite endearing.”
There are no other souls in the cathedral. Their voices, though hushed, echoed through the grand hall.
Alea iacta est.
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16 Jan 2024