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  2. Public Bookmark 45

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    Matthew casts a look towards Mister Sharpe, trying to get a read on the man. Clayton is cold, but not in the way a stray bullet is cold. Clayton is the first snap of winter, the crush of peppermint under your teeth. His grey eyes meet Matthew’s and hold. The revolver is offered in Matthew’s direction, handle first.

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    Matthew dreams of cold hands and grey skies. He tries not to think about why.

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    The Dealer grins at him, disembodied hands shuffling cards again and again. An incessant staccato of sound that seems to echo and fold back on itself.

    The voice comes from nowhere and everywhere, burrows into his mind like serpent. “What would you give to have him?”

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    02 Nov 2019

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    “Ain’t prayin’ for me, are ya?” Slurred and soft at the edges, the words bring a fond smile to Matthew’s face. He stills his hand, sliding it down to settle on the back of Clayton’s neck as he twists his head just enough to kiss his partner’s temple. The affection earns him a drowsy hum, the flicker of a smile against his skin.

    If this isn’t heaven, Matthew doesn’t know that he wants to go there.

    “No, I’m not praying for you,” he promises, smudging another kiss to his lover’s temple. Clayton’s breathing is slow, uneven, just on the brink of unconsciousness; Matthew squeezes his neck gently as he murmurs, “You’re safe, Clayton. I’m going to keep you safe.”

    “Stubborn fool,” but there’s no heat behind the words, just fondness, and then his breathing evens out, finally succumbing to sleep. Matthew stares up at the ceiling, his own lids growing heavy, and traces his thumb lightly over his partner’s pulse.

    The steady thrum follows him down into his dreams.

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    29 Oct 2019

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    Around abouts the 1000AD mark, in what would become Turkey a few hundred years later, Crowley sat down, took a breath, and told Aziraphale how he feel in a total trainwreck of a conversation. Chapter 1, that conversation.
    Of course, Aziraphale would then expect Crowley to bring it all up again after the apocalypse, and when he doesn't he decides to take matters into his own hands and broach the topic himself. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped. Good ending tho, don't worry guys

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    24 Sep 2019

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    Caleb is not a particularly large fan of Zadash. The reason he would give if asked is that there are too many people, always jostling one another, making it easy for people to slip away. The truth is that something about the city makes the back of his neck prickle. Sometimes he will see a sign for a shop or for a pub and for a moment, there is a sick feeling in his stomach. But there is no reason for this weakness, especially since he cannot ever recall being here since Master Ikathon has sent him.

    His mission is fairly drivel: extinguish the embers of a rebellion brewing beneath the streets.

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    12 Sep 2019