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There is a garden in the house they call their own, a patch of dirt neatly outlined with rocks and pebbles. Rows upon rows, things grow and bloom, and bear fruit: blushing apples reach maturity to be plucked and eaten, and seeds are buried deep in the soil to repeat the cycle. There is Karlach, biting into the fruit, bridging the gap between what’s real and what’s dreamt of: she has hay in her hair, but her smile is never shy.
Dammon is in love. And love leads him to Hell.Series
- Part 5 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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You cannot mount the Beast of Winter. Those who attempted to ride the diseased aurochs – out of reverence, desperation, stupidity – now cling to the matted fur with fear and without choice, doomed to listen to the cloven hooves stomp and crush until there is nothing left to destroy. Sometimes the wind of the Land brings their wailing, quiet pleas for relief, prayers for the finality of death. What Rymrgand touches, becomes his forever: the rot reaches far beyond the body itself, claiming dominion over the essence, the spirit, the heart and the blood it pumps.
The Duskspeaker is fearless.
How it started Vatnir knows not.Series
- Part 2 of Beast Of Winter Scribbles
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Harbingers say Rymrgand will arrive not with the sharpness of ice knives, but soft and silent like snow. All-embracing, quiet, understanding. The ultimate equaliser. Kin or kith, high and low – all shall know the joy of the end when their bodies rest benumb.
Endings Godlike are doomed to decay in quiet acceptance. But not Vatnir.Series
- Part 1 of Beast Of Winter Scribbles
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He hides his face in the lovingly – and crookedly – knit scarf, the fruit born through long hours of cursing and pricked fingers (“It’s almost like swinging a sword, Dammon! Until it isn’t.”). The rough wool scratches his cheeks, pinches the icy tip of his nose, but the cold is gone and nothing will ever feel better.
Dammon and Karlach turn their house into a home.
Written for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.
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- Part 4 of Unripe Apples By The Hearth
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The sickle of the moon, the familiar coin of the earthly sun, the wind and rain and snow – these are the promises worth keeping. A pledge sworn to the barren lands and everything that roams them is one true religion, with no capricious god or priest doing helpless guesswork. There is only earth scorched and dry, and a man carrying visions of a soothing embrace of snow.
In the illithid transformation pod, Zevlor is haunted by hopes for winter.
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Searching for someone to call home, free from the fire.
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When ill seed has been sown, so an ill crop will spring from it. (Njal's Saga)
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Summer To Your Heart AU aka Playing on Heartstrings and Losing (hehe) by Lehla
Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon)
02 Oct 2023
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Muted, intimate, gentle. Courtney deserves kindness.
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