4 Works in Sarcean/James St Clair (Dark Rise Series)
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The kind of intense longing that will eat you alive, plant a nasty fear in your heart because you're not sure if you're supposed to want it or not by PreliminaryGayeties
Fandoms: Dark Rise Series - C. S. Pacat
09 Nov 2024
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Eleven-year-old James leads a rather ordinary life at the Hall. That is, except he's been having some strange dreams as of late...
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Pre-canon and book one from James' perspective.
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What might it look like if Will's memories returned before James's?
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“Did you know, ‘Anharion’ wasn’t always your name?” Will says, as he traces his fingers along the hollow of James’s cheekbone, ignoring the way those lovely blue eyes glare at him. “It comes from the word an’haren—from your mother’s homeland, if I recall correctly—meaning ‘turned’. We both liked the sound of it, do you remember? You liked how my accent twisted the vowels, shortened them.” A puff of laughter leaves his lips at the old memory. “I thought the definition never suited you, for none of it was exactly your own fault. But then again...”
He moves to slip two fingers between soft lips.
“Given that you volunteered to follow me a second time, perhaps the name is appropriate after all.”
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THAT scene where Simon tries to brand James with Sarcean's symbol. This has been haunting my brain since it was mentioned.
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He dreamed of Sarcean. Of his long robes swishing across darkly marbled floor, the whisper of his silken hair on a pillow, the ghost of his breath on James’ shoulder, raising goosebumps.
He wasn’t James, he was Anharion, and the weight of the collar was heavy around his neck. Dressed in soft, loose garments, he entered a room to find Sarcean already waiting, his long frame sprawled out on a chaise, the remnants of his meal on a silver platter next to him on a small side table.
“My love,” Sarcean greeted him, and the sound of his smooth, velvety voice travelled through him, leaving James breathless, fear and desire warring in his belly.
“My king,” he heard himself answer, and even while internally he recoiled in anxiety, his dream-self moved inexplicably closer to the man before him.