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sleepsonfutons · 7 months
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Please tell me about Dream of a thousand Hobs ahahaha
Ahaha so that is one I have been trying to get everyone else on board with me about cuz the beauty of this fic is it's supposed to be a massive collab with a bunch of different writers contributing to it! Just one big writing round|round robin|popcorn writing deals with a shared premise and the thought that everyone's writing blind to each other either simultaneously or in sequential order. Then at the end the narrative gets stitched together in an epic/hilarious final result.
The common premise that anyone who participated would share is:
After Dream of the Endless met Hob Gadling for the second time in 1489, he has the stray thought that it would be interesting if there were more of the man to study. He thinks nothing more of it after that and nothing seems to happen. Fast-forward to modern warfare and Hob gets blown up a few times. He survives as always and thinks nothing of it. Fast-forward again to 1989, Hob goes to the White Horse for his meeting with Dream, but when he arrives, the place is packed with (100/1000/1000+??) so many other Hobs. Like a Hydra, it seems Hob now multiplies whenever his body is split or a part of him is severed. (The Hob collective find out about Dream's imprisonment and launch a rescue. Once free, Dream has no idea what to make of the hoard of Hob.) Loosely any level of shenanigans can happen but ultimately Dream has to consult with Death about Hob's peculiar, current state and they conclude that they have to reassimilate Hob somehow. Due to him having lived full lives as a multitude though, he undergoes a transformation when the stacked lives settle back in his bones. No longer is Hob Gadling a human/mortal denied Death's gift. He is now Endless, a multifaceted representation of human Hope.
So the collab aspect would be everybody writing one of the different Hobs and the tie together would be them all reassimilating to become Hope!Hob
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zorothedemon · 2 years
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it’s not a specific thirst but i want to beat the shit out of zoro during sex like so bad. i think he’d be obsessed with how much pain he can take and he’d really get off on it. loves to see the way you mar his tan skin with deep crescents and long red scratches. maybe if u degrade him or sum too or challenge him.
A/n: OMGGG yessss i love this. but yeah low key we know this guy’s perfect combination is pleasure and pain. And here’s a small fic to prove it.
“Punishment”
Zoro x GN (afab) reader
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w.c: 653 words
WARNING: NSFW (minors DNI).creampie. marking. cunt is used to describe genitals of reader.
T.W: violence. blood mention.
summary: zoro’s hidden pleasures.
playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3
Zoro loved setting the pace when you two had sex, he loved seeing you weak for him, moan and whimper from how hard he pounded into you.
But this time you wanted to try something different, see how he would react. He was doing his afternoon workout, sweat running through his torso as he lifted the heaviest weighs you had seen in your life, fully concentrated on getting stronger but you were about to ruin it.
“Hey” You said as you stood in front of him.
“You know, I don’t like getting interrup-” You didn’t let him finish as you pulled him in for a kiss as your hand wandered through his pants, grazing on where his cock was and with that he understood why you interrupted him mid-workout so he separated from you and left the weighs on the floor. Then he tried to place his hands on your hips, but you stopped him. Pushing him all the way to the benches. It was surprising as you never thought you had that much strength to move him even a centimeter, maybe the workouts you did with him were finally getting results.
He was surprised too at your sudden change, his eyes fully open as you walked up to him, never losing sight of you and gulping as he realized what you were wearing, seeing how well it attached to your curves. Once you were in front of him, you sat on top of him.
“You are going to do everything I say, or you will regret it” You said with a commanding voice, his eyes meeting yours as he nervously nodded. It was even better than you expected, and you felt powerful by taking full control.
“Fuck me hard” You whispered in his ear, and if you had awakened the demon inside him. He ripped the last pieces of clothes from you as well as his. His cock already needy to be touched as you teased, straddling your hips grazing it with your wet cunt.
He then gripped your hips and lined up with you, as he slowly made his way into you, pushing his cock until it filled you up completely. Both gasping as his tip kissed the bottom, then he pulled out and thrusted into you again with his full force, making you arch on his arms and claw your nails on his shoulder blades, tensing them every time you ran your nails through his whole back. He moaned, feeling the burning pain of your nails marking his skin to the point that blood trickled on his shoulders and back, as he thrusted into you. And the more you did it, the more he enjoyed it, it was as if he found pleasure in pain and motivated him to go in harder.
“You like that, huh?” You said to him, as you were riding him, now your hands on his chest as you now adorned his chest with scratches, as if the huge scar that Mihawk had made on him wasn’t enough.
His eyes were closed, he had his head thrown back as he was about to finish, you were also close moaning his name over and over as he fucked you while a beautiful sunset painted the sky. The sun caressing your skin as the day ended and the stars started to dance around to announce the start of the night.
“Fuck, Y/n” Zoro moaned as he filled you up with his hot cum until it smeared your inner thighs, he continued pounding into you until you reached your high, slow but hard, feeling the burning inside you until you couldn’t no more and came undone in Zoro’s arms.
After recovering from your high, you got dressed and as you were about to leave the crows nest, you caught Zoro looking at himself in the mirror, the scars you had left on him, he was proud of them.
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🔮 🦉 🐶 for the ask game!!
🔮 besides research in astronomy, I often daydream of owning a coffee shop with a bookstore
🦉 definitely not a morning person lol
🐶 dog cause I have one. I am not used to cats, they intimidate me (they cute tho)
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sanjithesimp · 2 years
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Hihi!! How are you?? I was wondering if I could ask about fuchsia and blush ^^ I hope you're having a good day!
hi!! i'm ok a bit sleepy but i want to write something before my brain decides to go on vacation and not let me write :(( . how are you doing?
of course you can, here <3
blush— are you single, taken, crushing, or not interested? or is it complicated?
rn i'm single, mostly because of uni taking most of my time.
fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!
oof..this is kind of hard, but ig i could describe myself in: funny, introverted and creative.
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its-not-sof · 2 years
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3:33am
mark smut + fluff
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“That feels nice…”
Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.
“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.
You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.
Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.
“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.
“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.
Your heart began to race.
“You.”
At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.
You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.
He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”
Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.
“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.
Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.
“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.
His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.
You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.
“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.
“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.
You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.
His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.
He toyed with the lace trim before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.
You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.
“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.
Mark hummed against your neck.
“Lie down for me, Y/N,”
You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.
“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.
You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.
“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.
You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.
You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.
“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.
His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.
You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.
“Mark, I— ah!“
You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.
His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.
You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.
He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.
“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“
You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.
Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.
“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.
“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.
“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”
You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.
“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.
“Now let me take care of you, please?”
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lunaetis · 3 months
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@crimsontroupe asked :
🕯️ and if you feel like it, lumine and dainsleif, or/and lumine and alhaitham :3
send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. || no longer accepting
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dainsleif.
─「荧」─  the sight of him reminded her of an ECLIPSE. the moon motif seemingly fit his very demeanor but not without the dark side of it. sometimes, she wondered what was it that he had under the sharp gaze which took in everything around him. star-shaped pupils appeared as though he had seen EVERYTHING one should and should not experience. the eyes that bore witness to the birth and destruction of a whole nation he was supposed to protect. the despair and regret lacing his tone every single time he mentioned the NATION he failed to protect. or was it a person ?
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                " a broken knight. " he said he was cursed, but it felt as though he willingly embraced the said CURSED as his punishment. that he seemed to wholeheartedly believed he was destined to suffer for having FAILED in his duty. the piercing words from her brother still reigned within her mind, and she thinned her lips. the one who failed. the one who atone by suffering. her gaze softened quietly. " i want to share that burden ... if he'd let me. "
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alhaitham.
─「荧」─  it was difficult for the OUTLANDER to pick out a single word to describe the scribe. perhaps, she had gotten used to his presence to the point that she had little particular opinions when it comes to him. even PAIMON argued that he had a soft spot for her judging from how he would allow her to get away with things he normally wouldn't. lumine tilted her head. was that true, she wondered ? maybe. she didn't think he treated her any different than his friends and those who managed to earn his trust.
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                at the thought, she couldn't help peering her eyes at him. a subtle movement that didn't get in the way of her resting against him while he was reading. well, perhaps paimon had a bit of a point. he was indeed spoiling her quite a bit whenever she needed a company, and as long as she didn't disturb his WORK, he'd let her linger within his presence and sometimes even rewarded her with a tender peck atop her head. the blonde blinked, before a soft smile grazed her lips.
                maybe he was a little biased. but it's only fair if she is too, right ?
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exclted · 10 days
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˚ · .  @laslow asked:
It is tradition, now, to bring her flowers on her birthday. He thinks last year's sunflowers were perhaps a bit overdone; all he'd wanted was to make up for the missed celebrations and maybe for his own mistakes, too. This year, he only asked the florist for a modest bouquet of morning glories, with a white silk ribbon tied around the vase. The flowers sway in time with his light steps across monastery grounds. She's likely in the training hall by now--Naga knows he'd tried convincing her, over the years, that relaxing on her birthday was perfectly acceptable, only to be met with disbelief. That stubborn streak works to his advantage, at least. He finds her with relative ease, a smile on his lips. "Hel-lo, Lucina! Happiest of birthdays to you, my fearless Exalt." She's looking radiant today. more so than usual, and he wonders what's made her so happy. (Even better, he finds there's no sting of jealousy or bitterness that he's not the cause.) Laslow sets the flowers down on a nearby bench. "I couldn't let this day pass without celebrating you in some fashion, eh?" With a wink, he hands over the small bag clutched in his other hand. "Such an occasion calls for cinnamon buns, don't you agree?" They've cooled a little, but should still be delicious. Some of his good cheer fades into something more somber, smile turning reminiscent instead of dazzling. Free hand reaches into his jacket, producing another small box, just like last year. "One last thing. I figured the butterfly must getting lonely. Everyone needs a friend, even tiny glass figurines." (When she opens it, she'll find a near-opaque gray songbird, crafted with the same care and precision as her butterfly.)
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With every year that passes she sees him differently. It is time, perhaps, having finally slowed down around them enough that she no longer thinks first to mourn the childhoods they have left behind in favor of noticing where it has shaped him into a man instead.
No more awkward boy, fumbling to find a smile for her when neither of them knows what to say. No more nervous glances or too-quick touches. Just Inigo, the same Inigo she knew before the world fell into pieces.
She is unbelievably proud of him.
Lucina waves at his approach, jogs to stow away her training sword and then back to greet him. "You never relent, do you?"
But she understands what these little things mean to them. No matter how many times she would like to remind him that none of this is necessary, that she hardly has the need for any gifts, it's a special thing. Every year of theirs has been hard won, every celebration earned. And she has long since accepted that there is no arguing her way out of it.
One brow quirks at the bag, and she gives a cursory peek within. A little huff of amusement. "I hope you expected to share."
They wouldn't taste the same if he didn't, anyway.
She's just about to finally cave and begin to protest at the introduction of a third gift, but his next sentence stops her. Carefully her thumb nudges the top of the box open, and any suspicion lingering in her expression melts into something far more fond.
"Yes, I'm sure the two of them will get along well," the lid settles over it once more, and Lucina holds the little box gently to her chest. "Thank you, Inigo."
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sleepsonfutons · 7 months
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Ooh, can you tell me more about A Long and Winding Road and A Need to Dream Again? (Darn I apologize if I got the titles wrong, lost them between the beginning of the sentence and the end 😅)
You got em! and oooh you went for like the opposite ends of my WIPs in terms of age lol
A Long and Winding Road is one of my latest WIPs and is my 🍰moar cake🍰 contribution/take on @arialerendeair's hospital caretaker!Dream x critical condition patient!Hob in @valiantstarlights' secondary gender disease omegaverse world:
post-hour 13 catatonic Hob Gadling in the heavy recovery ward at a hospital for alphas and omegas who have succumbed to HRIHC RHIHC* (Heat or Rut Rut or Heat Induced Hyperthermic Coma) with Dream getting voluntold to help care (providing a comforting presence/talking/reading out loud) for the patients while he navigates his and Calliope's divorce following the loss of their son.
Meanwhile The Need to Dream Again was one of my first WIPs for the Sandman fandom and my first AU WIP lol. It's a Hook au with the Dreaming as Neverland, Peter Pan!Dream, Rufio!Hob, and Tinkerbell!Lucienne. Rufio!Hob has been looking after the lost kids of the Dreaming for so long though that he's reverted to a memory-self whenever he's there and when Pan!Dream returns to the Dreaming after escaping the fishbowl he doesn't remember how to Dream anymore so much like in the movie, Rufio!Hob rejects him and he has to relearn what it is to Dream again.
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cosettepontmercys · 22 days
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hii imy how are you?
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hi sof <3333 i miss you i hope ur well!!! i am still on family vacation and losing my sanity a little bit but i am doing ok!! i was wearing my kraken hat today and a stranger struck up conversation with me about the firebirds and we bonded over joey :’) how are you doing my friend!!!
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11 and 25
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
i'm a massive introvert (infp, more specifically)
Are you a morning or a night person?
i think neither but more of a night person than a morning person
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sanjithesimp · 2 years
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what’s got you in this enemies to lovers chokehold?
and who in one piece fits this trope the best?
hiii mimi! how are you doing? omg i'm sorry for the spam of enemies to lovers posts. but answering your questions, idk i guess i've been reading a lot of fics with this trope in ao3 (mostly jjk because as you can see its my current obsession lol), and now i can't stop hahah.
but if i was to choose someone from one piece...i think it would be zoro, just by his personality alone, like for some reason i associate him with it. also like zosan (they hate each other but we all know they are in love). and yeah... i think that's all
idk if this really answer your question.
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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 1 month
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Get to know you game tagged by @a-mythologynerd 😘
Last song you listened to : “the last supper” Jesus Christ Superstar 1970 cast recording
Currently Watching: Jesus Christ Superstar 2000
Currently Obsessed With : Jesus Christ Superstar.
Uhm tagging anyone who wants to do this and also my number one disciple @idiotarsonist
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milkpansa-archive · 1 year
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hi darlings! ngl idk who cares but i’m leaving for a bit! i’ll probs come back because who are we kidding, but yeah. i need to. not be here for a bit. i love you always. (((hugs tightly)))
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waywardsculs · 2 months
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doesnt he have a mark from god to do that
UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING
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" And I'm going to personally kick God in the balls for making my children suffer . "
Her own punishment is one thing. But her kids? Nuh uh.
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lunaetis · 8 months
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@lightcreators asked :
*draco pull eden into an affectionate childish hug*
unprompted. || always accepting
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─「エデン」─  the TRAILBLAZER didn't expect the sudden affectionate gesture that came in a form of a hug. certain set of thoughts had been circulating in her mind, pulling her deeper into a rather unpleasant abyss that caused her shoulders to slump and her demeanor to be more quiet. not many would notice the subtle change in her other than the fact that she was on a less talkative side for the day. AMBER HUES widened at the warmth that enveloped her. a skip of a heartbeat as she blinked, staring into the air for a moment longer.
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                " draco ... ? " his name left her lips in a whisper, as though she needed another minute to register what just happened. he ... noticed ? that realization brought warmth to rise from within. quietly, her arms rose to return the embrace albeit in a slower manner. she rested her face to his shoulder, inhaling his scent. warm. he was warm. " ... what is this for ? " despite asking that, she wasn't letting go.
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sylleblosscm · 8 months
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@infideliis:
"The only thing I want - the only thing I've ever wanted - was for you to be happy."
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Reassuring Starters [accepting]
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Lunafreya closes her eyes and tilts her face toward the Tenebraean breeze. It is exactly how she remembers it - until she opens her eyes and sees her once-teeming field of blue reduced to a smattering of colour here and there, and otherwise upturned dirt. More than a hundred generations of work wiped out in a day - but her people endure. As rehabilitation began after the Long Night, this famed garden was lavished with all the attention it could need, their people seemingly eager to see it restored more than anything else. It is, after all, the lifeblood of their home. And though it is a long process, little by little, Tenebrae finds herself more with every passing day.
 If only their Princess had been here to see it. 
 Though it was once her destiny to inherit the crown, Lunafreya always knew it would never be her place. She and Ravus are two sides of the very same coin, with half their mother’s legacy apiece. Oracle, and Monarch. 
 Luna married shortly after the Dawn, to the surprise of no one. And though she writes Ravus every day, it is nothing like living under the same roof. Her visits were once frequent, but as her duties as Queen and eventually a mother mounted, it left her with less and less time to return home.
 Her children are sleeping now, and Luna has made herself quite at home on the old porch, just as she once did. It was here, when she and Ravus used to be at odds, that they could find peace. They’d share tea and sweets, and all talk of Gods and the Empire was banned. Those moments were sacred and fleeting and remain some of the most precious in her life. 
 Thus, Ravus’ words do not come out of the blue - not to her. It is as if they are continuing a conversation from more than a decade ago, picking up where they left off as only siblings can. 
 She reaches across the table between them, and takes his hand. The air around them is quiet, save for the odd stirring of the wind and twittering of birds. ❝I know. I have always known. And I am happy, Ravus. In no small part, thanks to you.❞ She looks to him, offering a warm but sad smile. ❝You know, you’re the reason I wanted a second child. There is something…ineffable about a sibling bond. It is a gift I couldn't bear to deny my family. Nobody else could vex me so, and still be as dear to me. You are my first love of this life. Sometimes I look at them, and find my only regret is that we were deprived of that all too soon.❞ 
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