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    He knows he is alone, and that he is not supposed to be alone, and that someone else is here. He knows he had a name, once. He knows he is looking for something. [Limbo fic.]

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    26 Dec 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 40

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    Eames is a morning person.

    Arthur is distinctly not a morning person.

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    05 Dec 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 30

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    “I wanted to know if you were all right,” Arthur says like it's a given fact, like it's a normal thing for him to worry about Eames' well being enough to come and see him in France. Eames blinks rapidly.

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    05 Dec 2020

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    "Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

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    08 Mar 2020

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    The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”

    “It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”

    “Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

    “Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”

    “We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”

    “Why do you ask?” said the sun.

    “I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”

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    12 Sep 2019