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A reimagining of the Norse myth of Tyr and Fenrir.
In the meadow, Fenrir allowed Tyr to huddle closer to borrow warmth from his fur as they two lay in the open grass and looked at the stars in the vast sky. They spent a few hours like this every once in a while, during warmer evenings and nights. At first, Tyr used this opportunity to tell Fenrir stories of the constellations as a way to teach him new words.
Heroes. Bravery. Rewards.
Though the prayers of gods go unanswered, the next morning, Tyr sent a prayer to somewhere unknown when he walked back to the pantheon from the meadow.
Let our next year be as peaceful as this night.
Please. Let us be.
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21 Nov 2024
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(My continuation of Dark Heir. Title unrelated, just a boss line from the book. This is therapy for me, please come for the ride.)
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02 Nov 2024
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Will could tell that James was hurt by his refusal, could see it every time on his face. How many more times could he refuse James before James would give up on him and leave? James should leave, for even before the Collar, Will had craved to possess him, to bend this man, the strongest man he had ever known, to his will. Even if Will told himself that he wasn’t that man anymore, wasn’t Sarcean, the desire to take James had existed even in this life, in this body.
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01 Nov 2024
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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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01 Nov 2024
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Kendall goes to Ireland to lick his wounds, and Stewy follows. Stewy always follows.
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06 Oct 2024