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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    For a long moment, they stared at each other. Dorian wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for, why he felt the need to hold his breath. The Herald had already held a knife to him twice and let him go, so he didn’t think he was going to get attacked. But there was something dangerous in the Herald’s eyes, something predatory that made Dorian instinctively freeze. This elf wasn’t like the ones he’d known back home, who all turned tame over time, by force or choice. No, this elf wasn’t like them at all.

    Lavellan was a wild thing.

    inquisitor lavellan is not at all what dorian expected.

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    13 Nov 2017

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    Lavellan laughed. Dorian drew the breath in, startled. He’d heard Lavellan laugh before, but not like this, never like this—clear and bright as a bell, a hunting bird’s call, it was joyous enough that Dorian’s chest ached. He had chosen a place to watch where he could see Lavellan’s face and the pure delight there was plain. Dorian had never realized how unhappy Lavellan was until he saw that lifted away. He was beautiful.

    “It’s over,” Lavellan said with a sort of dazed disbelief. “It’s over.”

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    Maya lets herself slip out of the scene. She knows how the words go, the cadence of worship. Instead of letting it choke her, she aims it at Lilith, and it feels right, it fits, like Lilith is a magnet that pulls everything inside Maya towards her.

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    07 Nov 2017

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    When Lilith comes along, riding double on a hunt for a rogue cannibal, it's like everything is turned up high. Things are louder, the kills get messier, her blood pumps harder. She's hyperaware of the woman beside her, noting every glimpse in her direction, every look she gets. It feels like the world's most intense job interview. Sweat pricks at Maya's skin where their elbows and knees bump up each other in the narrow front seats of the technical; when they stop touching, Maya's skin burns where Lilith brushed up against her, like she throws off a sun's worth of heat through her skin.

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    15 Oct 2017

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    Juno doesn’t trust people easily. Usually he doesn’t trust people ever. You give someone the power to hurt you, he figures, and nine times out of ten they aren’t gonna do much with it that you’ll like.

    Peter, he thinks, might be that tenth time. A lady can get lucky once.

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    two lonely wanderers find a home

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    14 Oct 2017

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    It's slow work. Every little cry of pain Peter has to muffle makes Juno tense and fantasize briefly about throwing himself through the nearest window. He wants to stop, wants to beg for forgiveness, can't think of a single goddamn way to make it better besides stooping to press a kiss to Peter's knee before tying off the thread again. Of all the people he could have picked to hand his heart to, pluck the vulnerable thing right out of his chest and give it over to the unworthy safekeeping of human hands, he chose Juno. Juno, whose track record with fragile things... leaves something to be desired.

  5. Public Bookmark 2

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    juno’s got ghosts in all shapes and sizes. this one just happens to be his favorite and his least favorite all at once.

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    02 Oct 2017

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    He presses his cheek to his palm and dozes. In his dreams, the window opens soundlessly and Peter climbs through like a dime novel bandit, stinking the place up with his cologne, a sharp and beautiful spice-laden scent. And when Peter gets close enough, they kiss and the taste of his mouth is sinful and rich, like the finest, sharpest whiskey Juno has ever tasted. He isn’t much for sloppy kisses, but god he could eat Nureyev alive and still never be satisfied sucking down the taste of him.