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  1. Public Bookmark 19

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    “Hi, hi, sorry I’m late, I’m Awsten,” he’s saying enthusiastically.

    Geoff shakes his hand, a bit dazed, his eyes acting on their own and following down the line of his neck. His softer jaw flows down, his shirt hugging at his shoulders and chest and dipping into his waist. Geoff might be going insane; he has a vision of grabbing that waist tight and pulling him in close, leaving bruises all over his soft skin. Pushing it this way, and that.

    “I’m assuming you’re Mr. Wigington?” Awsten says.

    Geoff’s knees go weak, hearing that out of that sweet mouth.

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    aka, the guitar instructor au

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    10 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    “We can just forget this ever happened, if you want.”

    Awsten offers it because he thinks it’s what Geoff will want. To let things go back to normal, to carry on like tonight hadn’t been a dream come true for him. It would be hard, but it would be possible. They can move on as friends, like they have always been. Friends who had a moment because they were bored.

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    gawsten fic i wrote ages ago

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    14 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 2

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    Sunset was the most disruptive time of day for someone who saw the world through a sniper rifle. It turned windows into flat blocks of colour, set the air alight with a haze. In the thirty minutes before and after the sun went down, the penthouse in the shorter building across the street became unknowable despite its massive bank of windows, and so Michael used this time to shower, practice breaking down the rifle as quickly as he could, or visit the convenience store at the corner of the street for necessary stakeout provisions.

    (or: Michael is a sniper. Awsten is the mark.)

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    24 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 32

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    “What I mean,” says Maxwell, “Is that it can't be comfortable, to be so covered in blood. And - my crew seem to be uncomfortable with it.” No mention of Maxwell's own desire, to feel limbs made of iron rather than flesh, to spend a moment alone with maybe the one member of the crew who would not deride him for his learnt lack of whimsy. Maybe that was why Gotches were meant to stay on the ground. They could not survive the joy of the skies. They were not meant for it.

    “It is a rather unpleasant sensation,” says Torse. “If you would help me remove it, I would be grateful." 

    Hands around damp wrists. The movement of metal under skin. The soft whir of mechanics, the air between them small and warm. Maxwell cannot deny the appeal, even as familial disapproval would want him to.

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    22 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 1

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    It’s a terrible fascination, wanting something you can’t have.
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    Travis' Halloween night, over four years' time.

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    19 May 2026