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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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    23 Jun 2026

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    There it was, that thing Qifrey did, where he offered a piece of himself wrapped in observation about someone else, like a gift hidden inside a gift, and you had to decide whether to unwrap the second layer or pretend you had only received the first. Olruggio had spent half his life learning to read these offerings and in doing so he had become the foremost scholar of a language spoken by exactly one person in all the world.

    "I'm stubborn because someone has to be," he said. "You'd float away on your own mysteries if no one kept you tethered."

    "Perhaps." The maddingly sad smile again. "Perhaps that's so."

    In which Olruggio brings tea to Qifrey's study on a damp evening and finds him working in the dark again, the staff out and the fire dying.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Afterward, Olruggio learned he'd been wrong: it didn't change things. Or all that changed was the cadence of his nights—only some of them, but enough to leave him wondering when and if.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “What is it you’re keepin’ from me?” Olruggio asks. That phrase, too, feels familiar.

    Qifrey traces the uneven line of Olruggio’s beard across his cheek, down to his lips. This is how it should always be, this closeness. This ease with which they hold each other.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “You sure you wanna look at me like that?” Olruggio peered at him from over the top of the book, hair mussed, a single brow raised.
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    Qifrey does his best to keep his inner feelings carefully contained, but it's hard to be perfect all the time.

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    20 Jun 2026