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“Why does it matter?” Wyll snapped. “She made me into her devil already. Sometimes I wonder if it’s really any trouble to let her remake the rest of me, too. As long as I keep saving people, wouldn’t it be the right decision?”
Astarion opened his mouth, and closed it. “Well, I hardly think that anyone will feel good about having been saved by a shambling ball of ashes, darling."
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She paused, her eyes roaming over his soulless living room. “Well,” she said, her tone clipped, “I suppose if you were to analyze the whole situation from an outside perspective, you could say it seems unclear to what degree you actually like me, or to what degree you just get off on how wrong this is.” She was purposefully still, watching him. “So whether or not I consider this a power play is irrelevant, when I’m proof of deviance, isn’t it?”
Roman froze. Yeah. Yeah, okay. “Okay, so like, yeah, as the bad bitch lawyer, of course you’d be analyzing that. But I feel like I could demonstrate otherwise.”
She raised her eyebrows and took a step closer. “You could?”
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Excerpts From the Desk of Alma Innovator Dibars by dykerightsmp3
Fandoms: The Broken Earth Series - N. K. Jemisin
26 Mar 2023
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Playing around with Broken Earth's purposeful gaps in history.
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As the council exited and her husband limped his way out, Alicent’s eyes locked on the small council table, on her hands tight on its ridge. The dagger was not in her hand, but it could be. She could ready herself for the next fight. She could keep her power in her hands.
[AKA: Alicent and Rhaenyra end the dagger scene by having a power play on the council table.]
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The office is more or less what Shauna expected: gray, dry, full of blue posters and well-meaning young Democrats, with some near-imperceptible hum of heaters in the background.
“I figured that, erm, it might be better if we…stayed together.” With a glance at the sweet and nearly pre-pubescent staffer, she adds, “to support you.”
Taissa stares at the scene in front of her - three Yellowjackets, probably more than there have ever been in this office - and Shauna can see the gears turning in her head, the risk-versus-reward calculations she’s making. It’s the sort of thing she’d do on the field, before. It’s why she was nearly captain.
“Right.”
or, the Yellowjackets go phone banking.