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    Well, job done. It was only ten or so, some place was bound to offer at least junk food for dinner.
    A few crunchy steps over broken glass, and as he was about to round the corner, he got held up again. Just his fucking luck today, wasn't it?

    "Hey man, watch your- holy shit." A pause. "She's dead alright. Damn. You kill her?"

    Was this normal to the Samurai members? Johnny had a reputation to shoot people, after all, so maybe. "Yeah. Alt hired me."

    "Our Alt? Say, you wouldn't have happened to've seen Johnny, have ya? Was supposed to bring him this." He held up a bottle of an awfully suspicious looking, pink, swirly, glittery alcoholic beverage.

    "Uhm." V squinted at it. "Yeah, I have, but I think he's getting his dick wet right now."

    A deep, resigned sigh. "Guess I'll have to drink it. You want some? 's laced."

    "With what?"

    "Fuck do I know, bunch'a stuff." He took a swig from the bottle and pulled a face. "This shit is disgusting. Tastes like toxic water with bubble gum." Another swig, then another. Then he pressed the bottle into V's hand. "Come on, I wanna get out of this stuffy dump."

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    13 Mar 2024

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    Imprisoned for crimes he doesn’t remember committing, Elion grows weary of battling with his inner demons in the confines of his cell. In search of redemption, he finds himself within the prison’s chapel, where a mysterious chaplain piques a peculiar interest in him. Little does he know, he's about to get much more than he bargained for.

    Father Ancunín stops me as I try to walk past him and I glare at the hand that's so gently yet firmly placed on my shoulder. Not because its presence is unwelcome, but because my own nature is untrustworthy. I lift my gaze from his hand to his eyes, and I can't stop the thought of how easily I could press my lips against his.

    I swallow dryly.

    "Come see me again in three days, after sunset." His voice has lowered to a sultry low tone, slightly above a whisper. "Alone."

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    28 Feb 2024

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    The first time Dorian laid his eyes on him, he wasn’t even sure what gender he was - he just knew that there was a gorgeous queen lip syncing the shit out I Will Survive on the stage in the club. Even if he’d given up his childhood notion of religion a long time ago, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was some divine intervention that led to him noticing her across the room - he was quite heavily intoxicated by the seemingly endless vodka sodas supplied by the gentleman sitting right next to him, and the weekly drag night at the Herald’s really wasn’t his top priority. But notice he did.

    AKA - the drag AU no one asked for

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    16 Feb 2024

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    "Lucky for me that you lived through all that, or it would've been my duty to vengefully murder Solas. And given his newfound talents, that might have been..." Dorian paused thoughtfully. "Though, I have always thought I would make a marvellous statue."

    "You'd be the pride of any garden, I'm certain."

    "Garden? Please. I'm dramatically staged in a fountain or I'm nowhere at all."

    A lot of things are irreversibly changed after the events of Trespasser. Dorian and Lavellan may be attempting to pretend that their relationship isn’t one of them. (a.k.a.: Attempting a firmer resolution to those loose relationship threads that Trespasser gave us.)

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    “Pencil me in, but no countin’ rounds.”

    It’s what V told him that day on the beach while Kovachek’s yacht burned and sank into the bay.

    Kerry had never been very good at following instructions though. So he counted.

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    29 Nov 2023