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"Wait, hold up a sec. So if you were around before them -- how old are you?"
The men all go quiet, and Nile wonders if she's just committed some kind of immortal faux pas. "It is irrelevant," Quỳnh finally says. "Old enough to know there is no point looking backwards."
"You're the oldest," Nile murmurs in awe. Older than the Crusades. How much older? A few hundred years more? A thousand?
"No," Nicky says quietly. "Not the oldest."
Canon-divergent AU. Five hundred years ago, they lost Andromache to the sea. Now Quỳnh leads the team, a new immortal just woke up, and some pharmaceutical company is getting a little too interested in their business.
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15 Nov 2020
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How Booker, having crossed a line, is driven by stormy exile to his home country in France; and how from thence he made his course to some kind of equilibrium; and of the things that befell him; and in what manner Sebastien le Livre came back to his own country.
Booker shoots the albatross, fails to die, and makes his peace.
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- Part 1 of the ornithology anthology
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Yusuf snorts, as if to say it’s mutual. But the Italian struggles to sit upright, wincing and swearing, and – Yusuf cannot pretend he does not want to know, not when a creature will always seek out its like, its matched half as the Greek philosopher Plato wrote, and there is nobody else in the world, to the best of his knowledge, like the two of them. He says, “What’s your name?”
There’s a very long pause. He can hear the other man deciding whether to lie. But there is no purpose to it, except for bitterness, and the answer is uttered cold and shortly. “Nicolò.”
(Or: The inevitable backstory.)
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23 Jul 2020
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Breathtakingly detailed, just gorgeous (and painful, but mostly lovely)
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The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.
"Forgive this disciple," Jingyi shouts, because he's going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. "From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!"
Lan Jingyi comes of age.
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- Part 1 of promissory notes
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10 May 2020
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I'm not crying, you're crying. Stop looking at me.
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"Tell Lan Zhan that I'm weeping uncontrollably," Wei Wuxian says to the juniors. "Tell him I'm truly pitiful and he needs to do everything I say until I'm well again."
Lan Congyi is in the middle of carefully holding his eyelids open to check his pupils, but he still obeys, bless him. "Hanguang-Jun, Senior Wei would like us to tell you that he can't stop crying and he'd like for you to do everything he says until he's better." There's a moment of silence, and then Lan Congyi says to Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-Jun says he already does everything you tell him."
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Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji find themselves cursed, unable to see or hear each other. They figure things out anyway.