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Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.
Ao3's formatting continues to defeat me. Why do you remove my indents? I don't know why it hates me, but at the time of positing this I've been working on this for like 2 hours. I'm tired. I want to go to bed. The story is readable. That's all I care about. Peace.
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Seeing a small crack in Vox's screen nags at Alastor more than he likes to admit.
Vox wishes things were better. Sooner or later, Alastor has to come to terms with the fact he has feelings, in general.
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- Part 2 of Thawing Out
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“Wuts that horse’s name again?” John asked, stumbling over his boots. “Ain’t heard you say it.”
“Ain’t gonna name ‘er.” Arthur replied, shrugging. “Gonna sell that ol’ monster once I’d broken ‘er all properlike.”Arthur and Charles go hunting together, and together they find elk, pain, and each other.
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14 Dec 2025
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Charles and Arthur sit by Flat Iron Lake and talk about whittling and drawing
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“I didn’t know you drew like that,” Charles said, locked on the journal.
Arthur rubbed the back of his reddened neck, hand unsure if he should cover what Charles had already seen. He caught himself between a laugh and scoff, incredulous. “Ain’t nothin’ much, jus’ somethin’ I like to do.”
Charles stared at him. “Strong words for a talent like that.”
The nape of Arthur’s neck grew redder, a fluster escaping his mouth, stuttering. Charles felt a squeeze in his chest.
“…thank you."
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- Part 1 of It's the God Heroin Prays to
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“I really thought I damned you to death with that hat,” Arthur said after a while, breathless. The confession seemed to cut through the air, like he shouted it instead of the quiet thing it really was. Charles reached across the gap between them and lifted the hat from its dusty resting place, gentle as anything, and held it, examining it. Maybe to see if it was as dangerous as Arthur implied it was, some hidden snake venom or live wire stitched into the hem.
“Give me some credit,” Charles said, looking up at Arthur with a soft smile, “I’m not dead yet.”
On a sweltering hot summer's day, Arthur and Charles run into an old enemy while (unsuccessfully) hunting. They engage in fleeing from certain doom, only to find themselves a little closer than either could have anticipated.
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14 Dec 2025