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    A half-step is all it takes to get Aziraphale close enough to murmur into Crowley’s ear, “Put the light out when you go to bed, and I’ll come to you.”

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    13 Jul 2019

  2. Rec 23

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    Tryst was like if you took all of Leenik’s worst impulses and made them hot. Only in Tryst they didn’t feel—dangerous. Or they did, but the good kind of dangerous, not the unbalanced, fragile kind. In Tryst they were the kind of dangerous that made you fun at parties, rather than the kind that got you psychiatric screenings. Tryst took the spikes out of Leenik’s free-falling self-destruction and made him think—infectious and certain—that he was going to land safely before before he leapt.

    He was usually wrong. Which was how they ended up back at the Bluebird, at 8 am, two hours into Leenik’s shift, slumped into a booth. Leenik was tipped forward with his head on the table. Bacta’s head was on his knee, the rest of him splayed across the bench. He felt kind of weird about that—not Bacta in his space, he’d had that for five years easy as breathing. It was the six months that he hadn’t that was making it weird.

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    27 Jul 2018

  3. Rec 9

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    “Don’t – do that,” Blue scolded, hands fluttering anxiously in the space between them, “You’re going to exacerbate your injuries, lay back down. Doctor’s orders.”

    Zero didn’t reply at first, opting to ignore his boss and focus on steadying his breathing. After a short moment of consideration, he sent a private message through his helmet’s HUD to Blue, afraid that, even here, there might be eyes watching, ears listening.

    We have to leave, it read, We’re going to die.

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    09 Apr 2018

  4. Rec 38

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    They're not dating, just hanging out together. On Valentine's Day. In progressively nicer places.

    (Or: five Valentine's evenings and one Valentine's morning.)

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    04 Mar 2018

  5. Public Bookmark 64

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    In the Gardens of the Living Force on Albion VII, DJ takes a break to have a tall glass of Naboo’s finest exported whisky. He’s two sips in when a wavering shape coalesces in front of him: a man with a beard, wearing long brown robes.

    “Something has awoken – “ he begins, but DJ recognises him from old films; he’s already on his feet, knocking back the whisky (no point in wasting good booze).

    “Fuck that,” he says, “fuck you, fuck this.”

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    DJ the slicer discovers that he cannot escape his destiny, no matter how hard he tries.

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    29 Dec 2017

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