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  1. Public Bookmark 29

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    Sunday is trying to adapt to life on the Astral Express, but he doesn't have an easy time of it.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Something is wrong.

    Sunday can tell as much from the moment he wakes up, eyes fluttering open to the soft light the Express uses to mimic morning. It's a sight he’s grown accustomed to, yet today it leaves him with a knot in his throat, with clammy palms sticking to his bedsheets. It is when he draws his first breath of the day, only to find it uneven, that an inkling of something sinks into his bones.

    He’s sick, he realizes, and with it comes the fluttering of his heart in his chest, abnormal and abrupt. A rhythm disrupted. 

    Or: Sunday gets sick, but decides to hide it, not wanting to ruin the crew's plans to go to a karaoke joint. This, of course, blows up in his face.

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    06 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 68

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    Exhausted from the tuning, Sunday felt he should head back to the Express for a good rest.

    or, Ashveil was right. It actually was stupid when it took a toll on its aftermath.

    Thankfully, he has a safe place to land his tired, broken wings.

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    05 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 33

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    04 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 30

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    “There is a rumour going through the Ratniki that you and grandmaster Varka have grown quite close.” Illuga adds to the quiet between them.

    Flins pauses his shuffling to look across at Illuga. He furrows his brows and his glowing eyes study the man, unblinking. Illuga’s silver hair obscures the swirl of colour in his left eye, but he’s observant of Flins nonetheless.

    “We are merely connected through circumstance.” Flins supplies, “Though I have grown to consider him a friend.”

    “Right.” And it’s deadpan, but Illuga is still looking at him. The set of his shoulders is relaxed against the lumpy wood of his chair back and he makes a grab for the next card Flins deals him. Cards soaked in azure lamplight, purified by Illuga’s touch.

    How interesting.

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    Or: Flins manwhore to clingy BF pipeline.

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    24 May 2026