6 Works by TeamSeaSlug
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No parade in his honor was necessary, no flower petals in his face; his desired scenario was to perish on the property of Baskerville and become one with all of them, with the manor. It mattered not the person he was nor the things he said. He would turn to ash like the rest, covered in white snow. Perhaps a vase of forget-me-nots by his bed chambers tossed aside in a month, the same as the man before him. Even when his quiet, ghoulish figure wandered the manor, the petals of the forget-me-not would have all fallen and spread in the wind. Their seeds would be again planted and brood till next bloom. There would be no point in grieving them, for that would be preserving them, the embalming of long decayed ideas in another’s mind.
(Four short stories on Baskervilles.)
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Break didn’t know how to feel about that. He wasn’t fond of Vincent by any means, he was much less fond of him than he was Gilbert, but he felt that it was his duty to encourage patience instead of cruelty. Or, rather, patience when needed and cruelty when necessary. Vincent wasn’t terrifying and he wasn’t cruel, he was thirteen years old, though something about him implied that he would accept the world if it ended that very day with a sly smile and a “What can you do?”, as if he had been born for that event.
(On Children of Misfortune, Growth, the Cycle of Violence, and Showing Love).
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Witchers & Witches by TeamSeaSlug
Fandoms: Pandora Hearts, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
01 Aug 2020
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“And what if, at the end of all this, and we’re still together-” Vincent stretched out his hand on Gilbert’s bandages, laying the palm flat on his back, his red eye opening again to look at him- the slim, inhuman pupil adjusting once again. “- What happens when we run out of monsters?”
Gilbert scoffed, “There will always be monsters.”
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“I will miss you when you are gone,” he confessed in an awed whisper. Whether he meant it to the stars or to Break, he did not clarify, though everyone in the world knew that he meant both.
Break settled himself, casting his line out to the lake again. After hearing what Reim had to say, he did not speak for some time, choosing to listen to the deafening nothingness of the night instead of his friend. After the breeze rolling off of the lake gave him nothing that he wanted to hear, he responded, in a whisper of his own, “Shut up, Reim.”
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- Part 2 of PHWEEK2020
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He didn’t exactly know. He had a word that it could possibly be, but he didn’t want to say it, or think it. So he would ignore it, and pretend that the word didn’t exist, so he could tell himself that what he felt was indescribable, and not have to face his feelings.
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- Part 1 of PHWEEK2020
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Vincent has too much to drink at a social gathering.