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Three weeks well-spent.
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09 Jan 2026
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Martin’s breath hitches, and he turns, drops his face into the crook of Jon’s shoulder. His nose is cold, and he’s shivering, but Jon’s always run a bit warm so he just holds Martin by the shoulders, pulling him into his chest.
He doesn’t usually get to be the one to do this; doesn’t often get the chance to hold someone like this, to wrap them up and keep them safe. That Martin is letting him now sets his heart fluttering on butterfly wings.
Turning to press his lips to Martin’s temple, Jon asks, “Will you come back to bed?”
Martin sighs heavily. “Yeah.” He nods against Jon’s neck. “Okay. Let’s go.”
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03 Jan 2026
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This is not a home.
Martin is smiling. Jon thinks it’s the first time he’s seen him smile in a while. He likes it.
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25 Dec 2025
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They earn their ending. A happy-ever-after beyond the gaze of any eyes. Jon endures his abdication. This world has no Archivists, has need of none, the thankless crown of Knowing finally unburdened from his shoulders. The blood washes off Martin’s hands with soap and scrubbing and scalding water.
They live.
The end. In conclusion. Fin.
or: Martin struggles in the wake of the events at the Panopticon. He does not tell Jon.
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19 Dec 2025
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“Jon,” Martin says again, more awake this time as he shifts; his shoulder touches Jon like a searing brand, and yet Jon has nowhere else to go. “Jon, are you alright?”
No, Jon thinks as he carefully holds tongue between teeth, I am not alright. I am trying very hard to not breathe so you can have all the oxygen that is currently sitting at 20.53% in the van, and I’m dreadfully afraid to touch you, you see. I’m afraid that I might break you if I do. I’m afraid of the Lonely, and I’m afraid of the Eye, and I’m afraid that we’ve become so antithetical to one another that we’re going to tear each other apart. Thermal shock, and all that.
Instead he says, “Yes,” as if the word itself is being smothered out of him. And then he pauses, remembering to release his tongue from his teeth, and tries again. “Yes, I— I’m fine. What is it?”On a road between London and Scotland, there sits a van on the side of the road with two people in it. Jon doesn't know how the rest of the story goes. He's too busy trying to sleep in the back of a van.
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13 Dec 2025