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How did this happen? Not the basics, he gets that - but how on Mother's Earth did he not pick up on the signs? Because there were signs, weren't there?
“I cannot believe you haven’t told me,” Artemy grunts as he pushes the door to Dankovsky’s room open before shoving the man off of him. “How fucking long were you going to think you’d get away with this, you moron — lie down.”
Foolishly, he assumed the bachelor would do as he’s told, as reason tells him to do, but Artemy seemingly keeps forgetting who it is he’s dealing with. Instead of going to bed, Dankovsky stumbles his way to the desk he keeps by the window. “Get out, Burakh,” he groans through his mask. “Are you suicidal? I need to work. Leave me alone. And tell Eva not to come up here.”
Artemy is going to lose it. Slamming the door shut, he determinedly walks the three steps to where Dankovsky is standing, uncertain if he wants to continue trying to save his life or slap him and leave him to his fate.
That’s a lie. Of course he’s certain.
OR: Daniil being a self-sacrificial, but still egotistical, jerk is both incredibly endearing and inconvenient.
OR 2: Artemy creates a panacea out of rock blood and love-fuelled desperation.
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- Part 1 of A story about people
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18 May 2024
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Artemy and Daniil have a soft moment together and Daniil loses his mind.
Written for the kink meme.Bookmarked by daandy
18 May 2024
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In which Artemy gets busted up and Daniil feels compelled to help.
Written for this prompt of the Pathologic kink meme.
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18 May 2024
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Tongues of the Gorkhon by starsforscales, venus_contraption
Fandom: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
07 Nov 2021
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18 May 2024
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Three people. Faces unfamiliar even without the water to distort them, strong, solid-looking young men of the sort sometimes shipped in to work the factories. He and his kind had likely been a rumour to them before that morning.
He had spent so much of the last year acting as an ambassador. Answering questions such as theirs. But the spring morning was unseasonably warm, and his stomach was tight with more than hunger – a feral coil lashed down at the bottom of it, tied tight to his nerves, sharp in his sense of smell. Sweat and musk and soot and sex. None of them standing quite close enough to the water.
He wouldn’t, would he? Even if they were. He wouldn’t, but his mind still hammered at the fact that none of them were standing quite close enough to the water.Series
- Part 3 of Tongues of the Gorkhon
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18 May 2024