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“Drink.”
No drink if you want. No give it a try, dandelion wine is the best. There was no room left for Flins to say no. And frankly, Flins didn’t want to say no anyway.
Flins took a natural sip from the glass; not too much, and not too little. Just enough for his throat to bobble and to draw Varka’s attention to it.
For the first time, he was close enough to what he wanted to hear. Varka might finally shape his movements, his choices, and Flins wanted it. He wanted to surrender his choices to Varka’s hands. He wanted it badly.
Varka was a very accommodating person. Always watching, always adjusting, so no one had to feel uncomfortable. Whether for the Knights or for his friends, he never changed.
Flins believed it was a beautiful thing. Humans were fragile and needed that coddling. But he was not human. He needed Varka to stop asking him what he wanted and to start giving him orders.
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15 Jan 2026
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I’m ready, dear cowboy.
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Boothill stares at the message, phone tight in his grip. He stands there stupidly, stockstill in the middle of a busy street, unable to kick his brain back into gear. He hadn’t realized his jaw had dropped until another message comes through and he snaps it shut.
Argenti has sent you coordinates
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06 Jan 2026
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Argenti barely held himself together after that; his heart beating hard before he even moved a muscle. From the nonchalant way the other man oogled at him to the subtle but profound change of tone- it all went to the knight's already frantic brain. 'Just a joined training.' The red head repeated in his head like a mantra. 'Just comradery between friends with the same goals in life, that's all!'
"Argenti."
"M-hm?"
"Run.".
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What?
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06 Jan 2026
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It took Sunday several years to find a way back.
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05 Jan 2026
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in dreams (I walk with you) by gravebirds
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
23 Nov 2025
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Sunday left a spoon on the counter today.
It will itch in the back of his mind. It will coat his thoughts. It will summon those storms into calm skies.
Will the world truly end if that spoon stays where it is? Will the counter break and the kitchen with it, the very wheels of the train and the dust of the stars?
or: Sunday gets lost in a Dreamscape.
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18 Dec 2025