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    The words make Qifrey flinch. If Olruggio focuses, he can remember him saying—
     
    You always do this.

    You always hurt me.

    Oh, but Olruggio does not care. This man he loves, this silly man, so stubborn in his strange selflessness he is unable to see, is all Olruggio— is all Olruggio is. Were it possible, he would bury himself within his open ribs, and curl up there and never move again. His heart aches and his eyes water.

     

    Or. Olruggio and Qifrey are stuck in a snowstorm, and Olruggio doesn't know why.

    Qifrey is hurt.

    What Olruggio does know, is how to fix it.

    (It's not the first time he has to burn someone's wound shut.)

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  2. Rec 77

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    "Say Qifrey…” Olly rests his crossed arms on the bank. “You don't know how to swim, right?”

    Qifrey jolts in place as if struck, pen falling from his grasp. Olruggio surely knows he doesn’t, having saved Qifrey from drowning the first time they met. He also knows how much he loathes water; loathes the sensation of being wet so much he must be coaxed like a feral animal to the baths each week—bribed with the promise of baked goods and adventures—just to keep him from roaming the Great Hall looking like an unkempt vagabond. With Olruggio taking over the task of washing his hair for him as he shudders through it.

    Qifrey frowns deeply, not meeting his eye. “...No.”

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    On a summer day out, Olruggio tries to teach Qifrey how to swim.

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  3. Rec 18

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    Fairness is a value that Qifrey has come to understand—has pretty much understood from the moment he woke up buried alive—will never apply to him. It’s something that no one will get all of the time, but he will never even come close to grasping. It shouldn’t be so surprising when it happens. Something about this instance feels particularly silly to him, though.

    Unfair is being judged for his unforgivable sin of having his eye plucked from his socket and left with weaker vision for the rest of his life. Unfair is roots growing underneath his skin because two whole people deign to love him. Unfair is a spell to his best friend’s head and a smile that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

    Unfair, put plainly, is life and death. A dance should not be so easily tossed into the same category.

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