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    Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

    “Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”

    Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.

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    17 Jun 2018

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    He never thought it would be easy, but that doesn't really make it better.

    A companion piece to "I Myself am Heaven and Hell."

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    10 Jun 2018

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    Napoleon slides over very slowly until he is crouching down next to Illya’s chair. He wants to touch, but he’s afraid to. Always afraid to. He settles for placing a hand on each armrest and even this feels dangerous.

    “Illya.” It comes out softer than he had intended.

    (Featuring pining Napoleon, protective/jealous Illya and motherly Gaby)

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    01 Jun 2018

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    "Why didn't you, then?" she asks, a reasonable question, and he turns his face towards the window, watches the Valencian night rush by.

    "I was distracted," he says.

    She is quiet for a while.

    "Distracted by whom?" she finally asks, and he keeps his eyes on the window.

    "I do not know." It is a lie, and he is sure that Gaby knows it is a lie, but she is kind enough not to point that out.

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    01 Jun 2018

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    When the gun goes off, Illya doesn’t think as he throws himself in front of Napoleon.

    He doesn’t die, but he makes a lot of people angry, Napoleon most of all. He tries to make Illya swear he’ll never do something that stupid again.

    Illya refuses.

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    29 May 2018