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He’s summoned to Askr, and he’s as beautiful as you remember.
But… he’s not yours.
This is both tragic and happy, in some twisted sense.
It’s good to know there’s at least one world out there where he’s still alive. Where he still has a chance at a different fate.
…It hurts to know he doesn’t share the exact same memories as you do, similar though they may be.
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27 Jan 2026
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Lost in the meanderings of his thoughts, Night-colored eyes unfocused, Moros does not even seem to notice Melinoë coming beside him, not until he hears the Princess call his name once, probably twice now.
"Ah," he visibly deflates, "Apologies, Princess."
She shakes her head as if to say it's alright, "Nectar for your thoughts?" in her hand, heavenly pleasure in a bottle. They seemed to have an abundance of those where she went, and that she would choose to share each one with him. Then there was his gift to her, still pinned over her chiton. A piece of him she brings with her. The feeling takes form like a serpent coiling around his gut.
"You ought to be careful." he couldn't help but smile, at least when with her, "Several offerings like this can make even Doom grow a big head."
"Would that include your... horns? Or without?" she laughs, breathy and light.
"Some adjustments would have to be made, I'm afraid."Melinoë and Moros navigate their feelings for one another.
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27 Jan 2026
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"But if it helps you feel better, from what I’m seeing,” she leaned in closer, mouth pushed up mere millimeters away from the blade, “you are my favorite Alfonse of the bunch. Probably the strongest, too.”
“Your favorite Alfonse,” he murmured, “of the bunch?”
Her smile widened in response. She pushed his blade up with a gentle finger; pressed a kiss to the underside; and then disappeared into the silence of the colosseum.
In her place now stood another copy of him.
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With the promise of Askr's protection on the line, Alfonse fights mirrors of himself — again, and again, and again.
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20 Nov 2025
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It was the way that Zacharias curled up within himself, tucked neatly within Alfonse’s blanket, with nothing but his head from the nose-up emerging into the open air. It was how his breathing deepened into a long, steady rhythm as Alfonse ran gentle fingers through his silver locks and only admired how tranquility overtook the crease in his brow from extended overthinking. It was how his head rested on Alfonse’s lap, a weight as it dug into muscle—
Oh. Alfonse balked. He was stuck here for a while, wasn’t he?
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15 Sep 2025
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“Please. Show me,” Zacharias leans himself further against Alfonse, distress sinking further into his bones, “how we could have lived without Embla’s interference. Let us live tonight, exactly how we had once dreamed. If there are only days left in my life, I want to know what it feels like to be alive.”
To be loved, Alfonse hears. The floodgates tremble as Alfonse’s sentiments build behind them, crashing like uncontrolled waves. I cannot submit. I can’t.
“Please, Alse,” a crack, “show me I belong with you before I go.”
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08 Sep 2025