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“When I meet your eyes, I think of how relieved I am,” the Exarch whispers. “How joyful. For you survived, Solene. For ‘tis true that the light left its mark upon your body, but when I look at you, I see no horror to recoil from. I see the proof that you lived, that you stand before me unbroken, and if there is a sight in any reflection fairer than those eyes of yours, I fail to believe it. Certain as I am of the beauty of countless sights in the world that I’ve yet to see, I know in my heart that none will ever compare to you.”
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14 Jan 2026
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G’raha blinks dazedly in the light, her lovely face swimming into view.
“Oh, darling,” she says, plainly trying not to laugh again; his pupils are monstrously large. She puts her palm to his chest, feeling the feverishness of his bare skin and the triphammer rhythm of his heart. “How many pieces did you eat?”
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- Part 9 of the unbroken thread
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13 Jan 2026
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There will always be two parts to her. The hero and the woman, all ideals and imperfections.
But she sees them both now, reflected back at her in the ruby shine of his eyes, cupped tenderly in his hands. Equal in measure, in worth. As though the whole of her is a jewel, priceless, her every facet exquisite.
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- Part 1 of the unbroken thread
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12 Jan 2026
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For a fleeting moment you see the age in his eyes, tender and nostalgic as though he were the old man he once claimed to be, looking back upon misplaced yet beloved photographs of times long past.
G'raha turns his arm to regard the arcane eye painted there. The deep hue is stark against the azure of his body. "I shall wash them off in the morning, but for now I enjoy being able to see my old markings again."
"You seem more upset than anything," you counter cautiously, the unspoken question evident in your voice.
"’Tis difficult to put into words. Memory is not always without mourning, and mourning is not always an act of grief." G'raha looks down into his tea, tracing a crystal finger along the curve of the ceramic mug. The faint scratching sound it makes is nearly deafening. "Tis good to remember how it felt to fly before I clipped my wings."
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- Part 2 of Adagio
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12 Jan 2026
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“What has the Tower done to you?” Raha gasps out. “What horrors have the Ancients wrought upon me?”
The Exarch considers this. “A century ago I fed it my soul, and this is all that is left.”
In the coalescence of souls, the Crystal Exarch lashes out at the only person he can: himself.
alternatively: the Rahacest fic.
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11 Jan 2026