8 Works by cebolla
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Gods will burn.
Humanity had given him the name of god and his role and his purpose; yet he has always been able to burn. What god burns?
“Death!” The crowd calls. “Foul creature! Burn!”
Jaehyun stands atop a funeral pyre, his own and no one else’s.
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Law is not impulsivity or without planning. Zoro doesn't seem to care much for that.
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"Athos." There's a breath of incredulity to his name being called from behind.
There's barely a moment to react, Athos turning his head towards the sound when a fist connects abruptly with his jaw, knocking him back.
There's a shout from Porthos and a skirmish and by the time he glances back up from where he's leaned over, hand against his quickly-bruising jaw, Porthos and Aramis have gripped between them a stripling with a furious gaze and vice-like determination set to his jaw.
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Isaks heart beat in his throat and he tried to convince himself it was the beer, it was the beer that made him feel ill, that made him want to rid himself of the sickening inside his stomach, the churning under his skin.
He felt crushed.
He felt amputated and cold.
He felt dirty, the sight of Sonjas fingers in Evens hair and he knew better didn't he? Even had even said it. He was so young, too young. Too naive. There hadn't even been a thing, had there? It'd all been something he'd built and built again in the small spaces between the catching of their eyes and Isak was too young, he heard in Evens voice.
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Noah was cold-- he knew it in the objective way that he knew his hair was blonde without having anyway to experience it himself. He knew it from the small shudders he received from a soft touch here or there, from the gooseflesh that scattered across arms and lightly cringing smiles.
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Self-pity was an ugly thing but Ronan's curious existence was sometimes just enough to keep him sane.
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”I’m not in the mood to deal with this.”
”And now you’re telling the truth.”
”I don’t-”
”You do,” Ronan’s other hand came up, rough to the other side of his sweater, shoving him back against the desk so that Gansey had no choice but to slide his arms out behind to catch himself, palms pushing across paperwork and books, spilling them roughly onto the floor.
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Fitz buckles under the pressure.