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  1. Public Bookmark 38

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    By the time you read this, I'll be gone.

    Illuga knows what it means to say goodbye.

    With his legs wanting to give up and his lungs screaming, he is now running into the darkness because what's left is a world he won't live in.

    Flins is standing on the balcony, dangerously close to the edges when he arrives at the lighthouse. The desk inside is covered in dozens of letters, all of which are farewells.

    For years, Illuga has kept words inside his chest. But first, he wants to make Flins understand something just as important.

    If Flins disappears, he is taking Illuga with him.

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    01 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 41

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    “I want to know what you look like when you come undone,” Albedo says.

    Kaeya shudders.

    “Is that so?” he rasps.

    “Yes,” Albedo says. “I want to see what happens when you stop pretending to be invincible.”

    Kaeya laughs. It’s breathless. Unsteady. “Darling, I’ve never been invincible. I’ve just been very, very good at misdirection.”

    “Then don’t misdirect,” Albedo says, fingers drifting again—closer now. Still not touching where Kaeya wants, but God, it’s unbearable. “Be honest.”

    Kaeya tilts his head back. “Honesty is terrifying.”

    “So is desire,” Albedo murmurs. “But you’ve let me have both, haven’t you?”

    His fingers curl. Just slightly. Paint smears over the edge of Kaeya’s hipbone.

    Or, Kaeya agrees to pose for Albedo, but becomes the one painted in gold, in reverence, in oil and longing.

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    28 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    Is it the same for Kaveh then? Al-Haitham ponders in the silence. Could he love only in the way he loves his creations and the process of creating? These imperfect things that he moulds from clay, from metal, wood, and dirt; that he shapes and refines into perfection from his own worn hands and overwrought mind, nourished with his blood and sweat and tears, forever chasing after an ideal so unattainable, it always seems out of reach?

    Al-Haitham does not think himself an artist, so he does not know; perhaps will never truly know, this eternal struggle that seems to beset the artistic soul. Still, he feels a shiver running down his spine as he continues to watch Kaveh’s hands working the moist clay; as he begins to wonder what ‘form’ he would take if Kaveh’s fingers were to thoroughly shape him into ‘art’; into something born of Kaveh’s ideal, of Kaveh’s love.

    Evoked by a fleeting touch, Al-Haitham begins to dream.

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    21 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Eventually, Wriothesley says, “I used to dream about dying.”

    Neuvillette’s breath stills.

    Wriothesley continues. “Just… you know. The kind of dreams where you’re falling, or running, or buried under something. And no one notices.”

    He doesn’t look away as he says it.

    “They stopped for a while,” he adds. “After I met you. After I—after we—” He shakes his head. “But last night it wasn’t me. It was you. And I couldn’t do anything.”

    “You reached for me,” Neuvillette says again, gently.

    Wriothesley gives him a look. “I know. You said that already.”

    “I’ll say it again if I must.”

    A beat.

    Then Wriothesley chuckles, rough and low and not quite healed. “You always this stubborn in the morning?”

    Or, Wriothesley reaches out, and this time, Neuvillette reaches back.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    So Shane Hollander is, how do you say in English, a dirty little thief. A clothing thief, to be precise. Ilya can't say he saw that coming, but he also can't pretend he's all that mad about it.

    His shirt looks good on his Shane. On Shane. On Hollander.

    Right. His shirt looks good on Hollander.

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    09 Jan 2026