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“It’ll be fun,” Marge says to him over the phone as he’s unpacking another box in his tiny, studio apartment. “I’ve been to a few other classes, it’s a good environment.”
“It doesn’t sound like my sort of environment, Marge,” Gale says, picking up an astrophysics textbook that pushes the bounds of what a single-handed grip is capable of. It strains the tendons in his wrist as he tries not to drop it on the way to its new home in the built-in bookshelf. The edges of it are bloated, almost rubbery with how many times it’s been painted over in the same shade of white, a few spots chipped away to show rich brown wood underneath.
“Your sort of environment is on a hill with a telescope, with nobody around.”
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09 Nov 2025
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“I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
Daud looks up at him – at his mask’s soulless lenses, more like, and Corvo knows it the instant he has him. Dead grey eyes sparkling with the tiniest bit of hope, clinging to life like an eel to a hook.
“You want something.” A statement, not a question. “Order away, bodyguard.”
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08 Oct 2025
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Messy sleepy morning-after Fugue Feast sex in which Corvo considers his life choices and is pretty okay with them, actually.
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20 Sep 2025
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23 Jul 2025
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“What if it wasn't poison?”
“What else do you suspiciously serve in a glass?” Daud asks, dropping the bundle of his coat in the window box.
“If he was that bad an actor, I doubt he'd have managed to flirt so openly without me picking up on something being wrong,” Corvo says, and notes the flush across Daud's forehead.
“Doesn't answer my question.”
“Well.” The more he wades into this conversation, the less it seems a good idea. “If he wanted me interested...”Bookmarked by Perledenuit
26 Jun 2025