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So when he spots a trail of… something, leading from—or to?—the cave's entrance, along the short stretch of the beach and into the sea, Arthur's on high alert immediately. It looks like… blood. Of some creature, or monster, luminous even in the glaring afternoon sun, and a shimmering blue. Arthur digs around in his head, trying to remember what he knows about non-humans, and comes up empty. Most species have red blood, and a few have gold, but blue?
He squints, pulling out a pair of binoculars. The trail looks… diluted, dissipated. Like the tides have washed over it countless times. Yet still the trail persists, which must mean that whatever is oozing that stuff is still in the cave, bleeding out. Arthur briefly wonders how it ended up in there; perhaps the tide brought it in, and the creature was left stranded here after the tides fell.
Arthur takes a deep heaving sigh. Let he never be known to be a smart, sensible man.
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- Part 1 of when the tides fall
Bookmarked by laith2000
06 Jun 2026
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“Drink.”
No drink if you want. No give it a try, dandelion wine is the best. There was no room left for Flins to say no. And frankly, Flins didn’t want to say no anyway.
Flins took a natural sip from the glass; not too much, and not too little. Just enough for his throat to bobble and to draw Varka’s attention to it.
For the first time, he was close enough to what he wanted to hear. Varka might finally shape his movements, his choices, and Flins wanted it. He wanted to surrender his choices to Varka’s hands. He wanted it badly.
Varka liked to accommodate everyone by watching and adjusting himself, so no one felt uncomfortable. Whether for the Knights or for his friends, he never changed.
Flins believed it was a beautiful thing. Humans were fragile and needed that coddling. But he was not human. He needed Varka to stop asking him what he wanted and to start giving him orders.
Bookmarked by laith2000
11 Jan 2026