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    Qifrey thinks that Olruggio is akin to a rose.

    The ones that are as golden as the sun that shines high above them that Qifrey yearns for; the soft petals and vibrant colors that speak of joy and companionship. He’s always blooming with passion for his magic, for his contraptions that make a smile spread across his chapped lips and his kind heart reflect in the bright indigo of his eyes that remind Qifrey so much of the sky that he adores the freedom of. There’s so much inspiration that he has to offer and embody, and so much elegance and finesse in his spell casting. Olruggio will always be akin to a rose, no matter what color they come in for the sheer love that always spills out of his heart into every little action he makes will always be carried in those precious flowers. Roses are nature’s love given physical form and Olruggio must be the one person who has ever managed to love people as much as nature does.

    Qifrey thinks that fits even more now.

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    15 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    This fic made me sob, it's so hard to pull off Qifreys complexities and yet the author did. Amazing writing & vocab.