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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    Jingnu’s stomach curdles in response. “Who protects me now?”

    “Me.”

    “You?” Jingnu scoffs.

    At this, Qi Yan kneels in front of her. She reverentially holds Jingnu’s wrist. “Me. I promise you, Nangong zǒng. As long as I am alive and breathing, nobody will be able to touch a hair on your head.”

    OR: Upon her father's death, Nangong Jingnu inherits his company and Qi Yan's protection.

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    06 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    The dozing general, renowned for his seeming indolence, does not dream. To do so would be to yearn for a long-lost past, to exist within these memories once more, but Jing Yuan can not reverse time, after all. There is no going back on the chessboard. How can anyone return to the past?

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    10 Mar 2024

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    It isn't safe to wear his sealskin. To be himself or to be free.

    Law doesn't even know how to do either of those things anymore. The option died with Flevance.

    It was just his luck, to be a selkie who could not swim.

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    03 Dec 2023

  4. Public Bookmark 33

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    The first time Law dies, he is ten and the world ends in fire.

     

    (Written for the OP Tarot Project Death card.)

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    20 Sep 2023

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    Geralt of Rivia has spent a strange amount of time feverishly obsessing over the way Jaskier can just casually touch him, like it's nothing, like he's not an aberration capable of breaking Jaskier in half with a sneeze. Jaskier saw Geralt slice through monsters like pudding, covered in guts and grime and his own sweat and blood, but there he was, leaning against him and tuning his lute.
    Geralt doesn't know how to classify the feeling gripping him every time it happens, but he knows he doesn't want it to stop.

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    23 Sep 2022