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18. The city removes a foreign body trapped beneath its skin the same as any other wound; with force. Pushed into the darkest belly of town and should that darkness ...

17. The first time milk curdled at my fingers I blamed my brother, asked how he could fail at the delicate task of eking if from flesh to flagon so ...

16. I say that there's separation only in death, but in truth I hate to lose the fire of your conviction. Perhaps it's for the best that the invitations stop, ...

15. In another life they find me, hiding in some rat-spit cave with bloody fingernails and beard hanging down to even bloodier knees. They've been searching; I am The Abomination ...

14. You held a promise; What we could do together an offer of becoming something more than the sum of my singular parts, so I welcomed you in and you ...

13. That morning I must wake still sleeping, for how else could I find you here when you've been absent every other? It’s a pleasant dream, if a cruel barb ...

12. Realise that giving context for this one might take too long. Aftermath of Fenris proposing Hakwke dual to the Arishok. Ie, narrator gets in a fight with a warrior ...

11. Behind the veil, smoke; heady incense that stings the back of the throat with myrrh. Sit, hands pressed together in prayer fingers interlocked beneath an unwavering gaze in gold ...

10. This needs a lot of work but I'm tired and it's nearly tomorrow. The rose behind the bakery was the first bright thing that hadn't spilled from a body ...

09. There's a chant burning bright in the rafters. A slip of parchment taken flight still searing at the edges with embers threatening to ignite all you hold dear. This ...

08. Karl/Anders sadness is over, it's Fenris/Hawke sadness time now baybeeeee. For context, aggregio is a type of wine in-game. Aggregio. It was the last bottle in the cellar, saved ...

07. happy one week of napo! The last bit of Karl/Anders that has been worming in my brain. Spoiling this because if you're under 16 I don't think it's for ...

06. more circle-era karl/anders In the presence of evening light we dreamed of impossible things-- of fingers interlaced through a marketplace, at a stall naming the scent of each spice ...

05. Some fenhawke nonsense Have you ever cried out in comfort? Felt a gentle touch so tender, so full of care and ease it made you want to pull the ...

04. tranquility era Karl/Anders, because I apparently hate myself A hastily written note found beneath your bedsheets reminiscing on the romance between two teenage boys, evidence of treason against y