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    "Okay," Illuga says in a whisper, then once more as if assuring himself, a steadier squeeze to Flins's hand when he says more sure, more certain: "I'm ready now."

    Oh, dear. What an endearing little spark he's found. Flins is half-tempted to pluck a piece of him to devour in entirety. It would be Flins' right, as the holder of this boy's name, and to use up the debt Illuga unknowingly crafted himself.

    Perhaps this very night. A fleeting memory for the boy that he will lose over time, anyway, as human memory is wont to do. Flins could simply—nudge that timeline along, quicken its erasure until its sits whole and content in the vessel of his body to taste and experience whenever he may so desire as the years pass, lost to this child, made but a dream or an illusion.

    Flins closes his eyes, squeezes gentle, ever so soft against the steady pulse beneath the pads of his fingers as he lets Illuga continue to hold his hand. Waves the idea of taking something away with a rueful craving that will linger long after Flins has returned to his lighthouse and bid the child goodbye.

    Flins offers his protection as a marriage price. It really only gets worse for him from there.

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    21 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 31

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    Columbina tilts her head. “Has it had any physical effects? Please indulge my lack of sight.”

    Illuga frowns. “I don’t have any scars from the Hunter now, if that’s what you mean,” he says. “It’s as if I’d never been attacked in the first place.”

    Aether’s hand hesitantly lands on Illuga’s shoulder. “I didn’t want to stress you out more until we could talk to Columbina, but now that we’re here, you should probably look at your reflection,” he says quietly, carefully.

    His body stiffens in an instant, and that feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong hits him again full force. He steps out from under Aether’s touch and staggers on autopilot toward the closest pool of water. Illuga crouches down at the edge, pushing his fingers into his hair for some sort of grounding as he leans forward, lantern knocking against his thigh. He catches sight of his reflection, and his world tilts on its axis.

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    Illuga comes back from the dead more than human. All he can think about as he gets used to his new not fae, not human normal is Flins—and maybe how much his newfound state and Flins' habits have in common.

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    20 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 57

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    Illuga has two modes: working until he collapses, and feeling guilty about not working enough to collapse. He’s spent a lot of years perfecting those and running from his demons. He was gonna do that until the day he died and everything was gonna be fine. Really.

    Until the gods threw a wrench into his plans.

    Now, he needs a few new modes: resting (nightmarish), being taken care of (actual hell), and maybe not running from himself (absolutely unacceptable).

    Flins thinks this will be good for him. Illuga thinks Flins is lucky he’s cute, because this is all his damn fault.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    Illuga has been in love with Flins since forever. Knowing that he's a fae doesn't change the fact that he wants him.

    Or: five times Illuga broke a fae rule, and one time Flins did.

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    15 Feb 2026

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    “I don’t need to know what you are,” Illuga says. “Just give me something. Something to cling to the next time you run headfirst into danger alone.”

    Flins sees the ghosts behind those pleading eyes, the shadows he tries to bathe in light, to pretend his lantern could drown them out rather than push them further into the corners of his mind. And he knows the stories, knows the haunted past that Illuga doesn’t like to talk about, the reason Flins’ answer matters.

    He settles on a simple, yet vague truth.

    “I am… not so easily killed,” he admits.

    “If you’re lying to me,” Illuga says. “I will summon you from the grave and kill you myself.”

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