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“Without seeing you, how do I know what kind of expressions you’re making, or your body language? How do I know that you’re even still—”
A touch to his ungloved hand. He nearly flinches as Moze takes it. “You keep your eyes closed most of the time regardless,” Moze says. “You’re used to not being able to see the people you speak to.”
“Yes, well…” Moze’s hand isn’t warm but it isn’t cold either. Jiaoqiu can count the number of times they’ve touched for non medical reasons on his fingers. A strange thought. He’s never considered Moze to be tangible before. “...I like to have the option.”
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Jiaoqiu can't see, so Moze holds his hand. It doesn't mean anything, and it definitely isn't a problem.Bookmarked by warbliers (pillow_bear)
01 May 2025
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“If you're so good, why are you still here? Why didn’t you go back with the army?” Sticky asked.
Because Burakh said ‘stay’ that night in the Broken Heart, Daniil thought indignantly. Because Artemy Burakh is an impossible man to refuse.
Daniil had lost everything. Artemy had gained more than he ever expected. They take things day by day.
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- Part 1 of Long Roads Lead Home
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Bookmarked by warbliers (pillow_bear)
23 Apr 2025
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“Do you feel warmer yet?” Artemy asks.
“No,” Daniil croaks out. And then he reaches.
They are both surprised, it seems, when the leather of his glove collides with the solid, yielding shape of the other’s cheek.
A stilted moment passes, with Artemy’s open eyes simply regarding Dankovsky in anticipation of whatever will follow touch.
“Real, then,” Daniil says, at length. “Thy life’s a miracle. Speak yet again.”
Or: Daniil returns to the Town-on-Gorkhon. Or so he thinks.
Bookmarked by warbliers (pillow_bear)
21 Apr 2025
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you wanted to be born; i let you be born by mrcogito
Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic, Piranesi - Susanna Clarke
16 Jun 2023
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Resolve renders his face severe again. Like a Burakh, menkhu; like the many demanding names imposed upon him. For a moment, she gets it: she almost feels safe, almost like a real child, in his solid and unwavering presence.
“You are more interesting than I thought,” Clara tells him, half-reluctant.
Something young and merry unstitches Artemy’s expression from its resolute frown. He grins, wide and honest. “Many seem to share this sentiment.”
[Or: Three endings crash into one another. Three Healers are thrust in an unfinished world. The Haruspex walks the House. The Bachelor loses his mind. The Changeling builds a myth.]
Bookmarked by warbliers (pillow_bear)
21 Apr 2025
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“You keep doing this,” he says, accusing.
Artemy doesn’t look away, eyes chasing the faintest movement of Daniil’s, as though wanting to pin him in place like a beetle. “Doing what.”
Daniil’s gloved hand moves as if on its own accord, and traces a line up his throat, jaw, the side of his face and ear. To map him out, commit to memory. Ascertain that he’s real. That he’s here.
Daniil whispers, “Bringing me back.”
Or: Daniil learns to just live.
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- Part 2 of nos deux mains
Bookmarked by warbliers (pillow_bear)
20 Apr 2025