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After several streaks of bad luck, Therion finds himself in the depths of the Frostlands, cold, alone, without food or money. And who should happen upon him but Alfyn, the happy hick from the heart of the Riverlands!
A snowstorm comes and the two end up snowed in, two strangers stuck together for the foreseeable future.
It's going to be a long winter, folks.
Bookmarked by Linderosse
04 Nov 2024
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Alfyn/Therion with future Hurt/Comfort.
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For most of his life Erhardt could not have defined the word absolution. He avoided the word as a point of pride, pure in his drive for vengeance, like he avoided fire. But here, now, alive, bathed in heat and sweat and desert wind, what other word is worth knowing?
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Alfyn has seen Therion's scars—the old ones he flashed to keep the world at bay, the new ones that went pink and silver under his own watchful eye—all haphazard and ugly and real.
This one is different.
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Deep, gaping wounds ravish both the hearts and minds of Elena and Osvald. Following the return of the dawn, it's time to start healing. It won't be pretty. It won't be pleasant. But it's better to start than let them fester.
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“Are you worried about him?”
“Who? Partitio?”
“Crick,” Throné said, rolling her eyes. “Are you worried about him?”
Temenos snorted at that. “Worried?” he repeated. “Whatever for?”
And that gave her pause for a moment, frowning as she thought to herself. She glanced out at the darkness. “He’s a good man,” she finally said, her eyes saying a million things neither of them could articulate.
Temenos turned away, wind tousling his hair. “I suppose he is,” he said with a humorless smile. “But all the more reason not to get too attached, hmm?”
(In which Temenos decides to go on a late night stroll)