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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    A series of mostly unrelated one-shots exploring Nicky and Joe's relationship.

    They all touch on themes related very broadly to spirituality and religion ... but that doesn't mean the characters or the stories are actually in any way religious - really, they are mostly about love, romance, friendship, and sexytimes, and some of them might be considered rather blasphemous, in fact.

    Parts so far:
    1. Lent
    2. Worship
    3. Ramadan
    4. Ritual

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    01 Aug 2020

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    After a beat, Nicolo’s head bobbing in a tired nod. Yusuf patted his back, giving him a little shove toward the water. “Don’t drown! I don’t want to go in after you,” he said, backing away. Nicolo paused, glancing back at him, eyebrow raised and face painted in blood. There was a question there, in those incredible, expressive eyes—another question Nicolo would not say out loud. “And I would,” Yusuf answered this time. “I would go in after you. I would become a spirit of this forest, haunting that river until I found you.”

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    30 Jul 2020

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    The thing about being a thousand years old was that years didn’t feel very long anymore; they were an over-produced commodity. The years of studying at al-Azhar wouldn’t feel like much at all to him now, but back then, they’d lasted centuries, and perhaps it was because all the time he spent without Nicky felt interminable, even before he’d known who it was he was missing. He’d carried with him a vague and inexplicable sense that he was waiting for something to begin, though he knew not what.

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    “I think I was in love with you before I knew you.”

    Nicky laughed into the corner of Joe’s jaw, breath tickling his neck. After all these years, he’d memorized the shape of Nicky’s nose, the sensation of his stubble at every stage of unshavenness, absolutely every imaginable corner and contour of his body, and the more he knew it the more he loved it, like an old favorite song that developed new layers of meaning every time you listened. “Always the poet.”

    “I really do think so, though,” Joe chuckled. “I die of love for you,” he said, switching to old Arabic, quoting Abū Nuwās. “And then I return to life so I can kiss you one more time,” he continued. His own words.

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    28 Jul 2020

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    He's imagined their reunion many times. He's imagined sweeping Nicolo off his feet with eloquent declarations of undying devotion, imagined being the one swept off his feet by Nicolo’s quiet sincerity. He's even imagined the unlikely possibility that the spark will have died, that the sight of Nicolo won't set a fire in his blood the way it always has.

    Or: Oh, that time in Malta.
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    28 Jul 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 13

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    I could kill him, Yusuf thinks, as he rests his hand flat against the side of Nicolo’s neck.

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    27 Jul 2020