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Not My First Pick

Author: bluemorose
last update publish date: 2024-03-17 19:18:03

*Ana*

“Welcome-” I begin as the doors open, but I suddenly feel immersed in yellow. Is it sand?

What is this? I am stunned before I realize a warmth around my shoulders and chest. My feet are no longer touching the ground. I am dangling in the air.

“What are you-” I barely utter before the flood of yellow suddenly breaks. They are putting me back down. And then I register that I know those green eyes.

“Hidi?” I manage before she moves again. Her large hands cup my cheeks before she yanks me in
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    *Nicoli*"What?"Nicoli blinked. Then blinked again, as if the repetition might produce a different result — might rearrange what he had just heard into something that made more sense. Almost as if fighting back what he just heard.But he had heard it. He was certain he had. No one in their right mind would just make something that outlandish, that ill-timed up, even if they were as exhausted as he was at the moment. Yet his mind simply refused to accept it. Because the very idea, itself felt so wrong for this corridor, for this day, for this particular moment with its mourning cloth and its half-hidden birthday streamers and his father's things already disappearing down the hall in crates — felt so fundamentally misplaced, like a word appearing in the wrong sentence, that some part of him could not accept it as serious.When are we getting married?Her question hung between them in the close corridor air, drifting up to entangle themselves between the black ribbons and the funeral

  • Will Bear the Moon   Chapter 135 Quick Sand

    *Nicoli*Their walk was a silent one, for once. Just two shapes moving through the corridor while the candles shifted in the soft drafts that ran through the castle's old bones. The tick of ice flicked against glass as they passed another gloomy window. Nicoli's leather boots gave a low, rhythmic squeak against the runner. Hidi's heels landed with that solid, unhurried certainty she always carried — the walk of someone who had grown up on mountain floors that did not accommodate softness, and had never had reason to second question it.He was grateful for the silence.Silence was easier to travel through right now than almost anything else. It did not require a smile. Did not require the particular management of voice and expression and the precise calibration of how much to show and how much to keep banked. He could simply move through it, one foot and then the other, and let it take whatever it needed from him without asking directly.But silence had teeth.It sharpened other thing

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  • Will Bear the Moon   Chapter 133 Kaleidoscope

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