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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    Sometimes Will thinks he was destined to die at 4, in penance. He should have choked on his own disease, his own plague; he didn't, and the only thing that died in him was the sparking flame Prometheus gifted them all, blown to matted ember in the stalk of his chest.

    Instead his brothers watched his shame bubble out of his mouth, circle him in clouds of spores, and they lied for him. And then they were slaughtered, as were the punished firstborns, for the crime of their knowing existence: Will, marked, stood on their shrouds and ashes.

    He smells of guilt, he thinks. Of guilt and germ and rot. He hides it, in all the antiseptic he can bathe in, in all the ethanol he can consume. But his breath still stinks of it and his lying tongue burns. He is tall, removed from those around him; they cannot see the sores in his mouth or the inflammation of his throat from years and years of choking hands.

    But the tallest obelisks are swallowed by the length of their shadows. Nico gets closer, and closer. His hands are cool compresses on the hidden sores on Will's skin. It is relief, as he is never felt it.

    Will is afraid.
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    OR: Will is Apollo's marked harbinger. Not an easy role.

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    14 Sep 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    "What am I doing here, Will," he says, out loud. He lets an edge of frustration bleed into his voice, tugging his arms free. Will doesn't stop him. "I mean -- look." He gestures to the rows of cots, where dozens of people look hastily away. "I am a child of Death and destruction. I don't belong here. I don't --" He raises his hands, and then drops them, staring at Will helplessly. Will meets his gaze head-on, those blue eyes almost black in the low light. "Nobody wants an omen in a place like this."

    Will doesn't reach for his hands again. He does stand, though, close; close enough to crowd, close enough that Nico can feel the heat throwing off of him, can hear the quiet uptick of every inhale.

    "Tell me," Will says, quietly, "What kind of place is this?"
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    OR: A moment of reflection, just after war.

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    13 Sep 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 24

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    Jason and Nico take a selfie.

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    10 Sep 2025

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    When he looks back on it, Tim will remember the hours that follow his accident as less painful and more crowded.

    Which is pretty surprising, seeing as how he’s currently rocking an average of about one injury per body part, counting all fingers and toes and unnecessary organs, if he had to make an estimate.

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  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    In which Sanemi learns to live like a human again through a series of interactions with a certain Flower Pillar.

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