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    “You enjoy teasing me, don’t you, Mr. Flins?”

    “A favorite pastime of mine, I must say.”

    Illuga gives Flins a dry side-eye. The expression softens soon after, however. “Then care to make a wager?”

    “Let’s see who can fluster the other first.”

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    Nikita scowls, and he hangs his head low. “I wasn’t the best father, Kyryll.”

    “I believe Illuga turned out just fine.”

    “No, it’s–” Nikita make a face of frustration. “He deserved so much more than what I could have given him. I raised him as a soldier, even without meaning to. I was so used to my own way of life, I couldn’t help him with any emotional issues. That was my folly. And now, he…”

    The Starshyna gestures helplessly.

    “When he dies… when you kill my son, could you please, please… make it painless?”

    Kyryll had promised nothing.

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    kyryll goes out of his way to ignore FUCKIGN EVERYTHING ABOUT THE ARCHON QUEST

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    В мрачном замке живёт Кирилл Чудомирович Флинс — ему нравятся красивые украшения, его мёртвое войско, ищущее покоя, и спокойствие. В красивом людном замке живёт Иллуги Никитич — младший сын царя Никиты. Он любит службу в армии, тайком гулять по рынку и всегда слушается отца. Даже если отец приказывает найти себе жену весьма глупым способом. И он ещё не знает, что стрела, выпущенная в сторону дома дворянской дочери, прилетит в совсем другое место.

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    The mist which has lain upon the upper hill since the breaking of dawn begins to lift just as you come round the last bend of the path from the watch-post to lift, and what it reveals stops you in the road as if a hand had been laid flat against your chest.

    A tall figure stands at the wrought-iron gate of the Chudomirovich manor. Clothed head to foot in black, one gloved hand lies upon the topmost spike, the other lifted to hold above their head a parasol of black silk, though the morning sun is so faint that no shade could fairly be wanted. A veil falls from the brim of the small mourning hat, stirring a little in a wind unknown to you; a silver pin at their throat glints in the thin gray light. He turns his head, lifting his free hand, and waves.

    You stare. The two men of your squad coming up behind you—Valdis and Egle—have not yet seen the figure at the gate, and are still speaking in a low voice of last night's supper. For now, at least, this gesture belongs only to you and to the man on the hill.

    Squad Leader Illuga chances upon the widower of Kyryll Chudomirovich while on patrol.

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    This is actually the second fic that use this branching routes i've read, and the first that left more impact in story and presentation

  5. Public Bookmark 32

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    "Young master."

    "Sir Flins," said Illuga, readily, "It's rare to see you here. It's cold out. Would you like to come in?"

    "Young master." Hushed. The words land the way a pebble ripples still water. His smile withdraws, "I believe you have left something in the cemetery by mistake."

    A heavy silence befalls their figures. The lock of the metal door grinding against itself as it was pushed shut. Illuga had no intention of admitting the impertinence of his actions to the man before him. Saying it, making it known would certainly kill him, more than everything already was; that he could not stand seeing others lain in earth the longer he lives; that he was faking the whelm of his position—a captain, one who overcompensates. He refuses to turn to the other man and meet that gaze of his; and more than ever, he feels himself shake.

    "I don't know what you mean, Sir Flins."

    "A headstone," the fae answers, each words gentle in utterance. "Inadvertently carved with your name."

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