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  1. Public Bookmark 57

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    They'd only just ambled into the Kalhn textile shop when Qifrey caught sight of the short young woman working. She had a round face, rosy cheeks, flaxen hair. Her eyes had locked on Olruggio as soon as they’d entered.

    Olruggio, for his part, thumbed through dyed wool samples as though he hadn't noticed. He likely wouldn't.

    But Qifrey always noticed. Sometimes this left him as a voyeur: staring at someone staring at someone else. But other times, like today, his fixed presence at Olruggio’s side made him an involved party. There was always a delay, then a moment in which Qifrey became visible and the women realized he might be of help. Some of them were too scared to approach Olruggio outright—they’d built up a more intimidating version of him in their heads, had never heard him laugh wildly or watched dimples form when he smiled. Instead, they’d set their sights on Qifrey. Talk to him, or at least look at him imploringly, as though getting in his good graces might earn them the Torch’s attention.

    He never felt like helping them.

    or: Qifrey gets jealous.

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    14 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 50

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    Qifrey knew with complete certainty that he was pregnant.

    [or: Qifrey character study by way of abortion. Contains spoilers through the end of ch 93]

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Qifrey tries to catalogue all of the places they touch, reminding himself that the contact is no longer dangerous. Olly’s nose is slotted against his temple, fingers having moved from between his shoulders to the base of his head. There’s a slight tickle where the hair on his chin brushes against Qifrey’s cheek. The other arm is wrapped loosely around his middle, squeezing against his tunic. Their legs aren’t exactly tangled, but he can feel Olruggio’s calf against his own, a bony knee against his thigh, and the press of something warm and firm against his hip. His own body is an unfortunate mirror, the hour still early and the closeness still unfamiliar.

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    or; how does a man who has only ever deprived himself of wanting allow himself to lust?

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    12 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 31

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    Qifrey runs his hands up Olruggio’s legs, massaging them through the stockings as he goes. The thin barrier between them is hardly helping Qifrey retain a grasp on his composure. If anything, the illusion of chastity makes him more reckless. He kisses Olruggio’s calves, and drinks in Olruggio’s soft sighs. He kisses the backs of his knees, and savors the stifled squeaks of surprise. He kisses the soft skin of his thighs, which push against the tops of the stockings like they’re trying to burst free, and nearly drowns in the low, drawn out moan of a man trying not to. He kisses up the length of Olruggio until he’s slotted between his spread legs, desperately hoping Olruggio will wrap those legs around him, trapping him in place, and desperately knowing he mustn't.

    Olruggio accidentally comes home wearing a maid dress. Qifrey lends him a hand.

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    11 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 36

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    Qifrey is reserved with physical affection when it comes to Olly... until he drinks too much

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    Olruggio immediately shakes off the thought. As if Qifrey drinks more than a glass or two, and even then, he would nurse it for hours. There has to be another reason, a sickness, an injury. Some forbidden magic during a scuffle with the Brimmed Caps.

    Qifrey’s head plops onto his shoulder, and Olruggio stiffens. “How do you do this every Silver Eve?” he groans. “Every time I look up, the room is moving about.”

    “Aye…well…” his voice trails off.

    Brilliant. Just fantastically, horribly, terribly brilliant.

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    09 Jun 2026