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  1. Public Bookmark 15

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    For a moment, we were not Prophet and Catalyst, nor Bastard and Fool. We were only us, Beloved, and I selfishly refused to give it up. Not for the Path. Not for the future. Not for the world. Not for anything. Just for this precious, glorious night, I would be his, and nothing greater, nothing more. It was everything I'd ever wanted, after all, in my heart of hearts.

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    A memorable evening continues and concludes.

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    02 Jan 2025

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    I'm going to cry. This was so good. This was everything. Jfc. Beloved is such a fucking simp for this man in the best way possible and it Shows in this fic. Fave lines:

    "It was everything I'd ever wanted, after all, in my heart of hearts. Not triumph. Not glory. Not the accolades that came with saving the world. None of that mattered. All my foolish, weak heart had ever truly longed for was him."

     

    "I love you. All of you. Every piece," I told him in a language he could not speak. "Every part of who you are."

     

    "My name volleyed itself between our two tongues, indistinguishable in the inky darkness of the room that we inhabited. Beloved. Beloved. Beloved."

  2. Public Bookmark 17

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    “Care to dance?” I jested feebly as he steadied me. “We already do,” he responded, almost seriously. “It certainly seems that way,” I replied, matching my tone to his and swaying in his arms.

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    An alternate ending to a memorable evening.

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    02 Jan 2025

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    Hello Robin Hobb? Yes it's me I need you to understand that this is exactly how this scene should have gone instead.

    This is sooooooOOOOOO well-written that I plan to just re-read it forever, weirdly enough. It's just so...... Them

  3. Public Bookmark 4

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    Shortly after the Fool returns to Fitz, the two of them and Nighteyes go on a beach walk and then a night hunt. Water fights and late night talks ensue.

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    31 Dec 2024

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    This fic is so cosy and perfect

  4. Public Bookmark 10

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    “Do you remember … a time I asked you to stay beside me for the night?” “In the Elderling tent. On Aslevjal.” I remembered. We were both quiet for a time, and then the silence stretched out longer.

    What happened that night on Aslevjal, unabridged.

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    31 Dec 2024

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    The first thing Viktor notices as he opens his eyes is the absence of pain.
    The second is gut-wrenching hunger.
    Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly, terribly wrong.

     

    Viktor isn't fused with the Hexcore (he's fused with much, much worse).

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    20 Dec 2024

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    Obsessed with these lines:

    "Masterpieces can smudge when you run a finger across their canvas.

    He’s always been very good at resisting this particular one."

     

    "Still Viktor, no last name, wilted seed grown from cement cracks out of pure spite."