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  1. Public Bookmark 70

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    A missing scene taking place before the rats depart to Thorn Valley. Hearts are for safe-keeping.

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    12 Sep 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 24

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    He looked at the dusty wall besides him, licked his finger and wrote on it BOB in big blocky letters. He pointed at the name, then at himself.

    The three approached with careful steps, their guards slightly down. The blonde woman was the first to reach him and the first to read the name on the wall. She looked him over, presumably scanning him for weapons, before she lowered her own and tucked it in her waistband.

    She licked her own thumb, then wrote her name in a loopy cursive right under his. Yelena.

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    01 Aug 2025

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    22 Jun 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 18

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    The tip of the mountain was just broad enough for a dozen men to stand abreast, and it balanced precariously on a much thinner base, like plates spinning on a mummer’s stick. Tiresias sat by the ledge, his legs dangling over the abyss. When Hermes sat beside him, he met his gaze easily, unseeing but finding him regardless, recognising him through the star-filled sockets of his eyes, a space reserved just for Hermes in the unending void of him. Hermes liked to consider himself one of these stars, somewhere Tiresias could always see him. He did always seem to expect him when he came.

    “Hermes,” he said, with all the recognition of birds returning home after winter. Hermes loved hearing his name like that, said in that lovely, droning voice, even and steady as the man Tiresias had been in life. He loved arriving somewhere and being welcomed just for the sake of his presence, needing to do nothing other than being there.

    “Hello, darling."

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    Or: The weight of mortality, and a place to put it down. An average day in Hermes’ life as psychopomp—and the leisure that follows when his work is done.

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    19 Jun 2025

  5. Rec *

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    He pictures the funeral sometimes.

    He pictures someone he doesn’t know saying Viktor’s name wrong. He pictures screaming in public. He pictures stealing the ashes and keeping them in a protein powder container because it’s the only vessel big enough. He pictures lying in those ashes like a widow bird. He pictures baking the ashes into bread and feeding them to pigeons in the park.

    He pictures swallowing them himself.

     

    Or: When Viktor chooses a quiet death, Jayce learns how to love him to the edge of the end and carry what’s left through the sad art of letting go.

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    09 Jun 2025