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Hitchcock settles into the start of a new life, in Samol’s house.
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It must be difficult to hold two lifetimes within yourself, even for a god.
Or: Sometimes I wonder what those first few days after Maelgwyn changed must have felt like for him.
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rungs of the ladder by zerodignity for evilmageclub
Fandoms: Friends at the Table (Podcast)
28 Jan 2024
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“Are you here to help,” Red Jack called up to him on the shore, as he clambered, dripping, back onto the pier, “or just watch?”
Samothes weighed the question, and briefly considered taking offense. The transparent note of challenge in it. Presumptuous, almost rude.
Yet the grin Red Jack shot up at him bore no trace of hostility. Only a kind of open invitation. A dare. A calculation, perhaps, that the best way to draw Samothes out from behind his veil of reticence was by provoking him.
Something familiar, in that. An echo. The flash of a smile, sharp enough to draw blood, the strange relief of being mocked, laughed at by that playful, predatory being —
Samothes hesitated only a few moments more. Then he stripped to the waist, casting his robe to one side against the sandy soil of the beach, and strode down to the pier to set to work.
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In the early days of Aubade, Samothes and Red Jack find in one another a mirror, a challenge, and a comfort.
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Marielda is still in the uneasy process of becoming the City of First Light when Samot calls the future of the Golden Lance into question. Rebecca doesn't need this; she also doesn't need Castille showing up everywhere she goes. But it's what she's got to work with.
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After everything, Castille visits the forge.
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Edmund came outside where Samol was sitting and smoking his pipe. He sat down in the chair next to him with a whump, the last of Ethan’s bottle of liquor in his hands. The man took a nip, then sunk further into the chair, sighing dramatically the way that he always did when he had something to say, but didn’t want to be the one to start the conversation.