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    “Hajime’s fingernails are clawing at his arms. Drawing blood. Begging for relief with jerky desperate movements. But, Kinji isn’t letting up. Instead he drinks it in, when bright yellow eyes zeroes in on him, and bruised lips part on a gasped choked sound.”

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    "Stolas, whatever this is…" he started, his defenses starting to take hold.

    Stolas took in a shaky breath, taking the pouch of crystals off of his dresser and turning to Blitzo. He spoke softly, nerves making him flustered enough to use the pet name he hadn't used in several weeks.

    "Oh, Blitzy… we need to talk."

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    Written for #Stolitzbigbang
    This fic includes artwork by the author as well.

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    14 Sep 2023

  3. Public Bookmark 54

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    Stolas attends the Harvest Moon Festival. It's the same every year--except when Blitzo is there.

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    14 Sep 2023

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    Late one night, Octavia calls on Blitzo because Stolas is working himself to the bone.

    Written for the 2023 Stolitz Big Bang! I pulled the prompt: "Full angst, one of them near death or grievously injured and the other desperate to save or comfort them" by @Emilia_Gryphon

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    14 Sep 2023

  5. Public Bookmark 42

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    John doesn’t even flinch when Father Garcia flicks his cigarette butt into the grass, crushes it beneath his heel, and then points the barrel of his shotgun right between his eyes.

    Maybe John is afraid, buried deep beneath the haze of exhaustion. Maybe later when his battered head stops feeling like it's been stuffed with cotton and his ears stop buzzing like flies drawn to a rotting corpse, he’ll look back and wonder if he should have run while he had the chance to.

    Instead, he almost laughs, a deep, hollow, and painfully empty thing that sounds too close to a sob. He almost laughs because after the month he’s had, a near stranger pointing a gun at his forehead barely scratches the bottom of the list of the worst dangers he’s been subjected to.

    In which, surviving is the easy part. Living is the hard part.

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    03 Sep 2023