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entangled for all eternity by allthelonelycrows
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
17 Feb 2025
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The dream has appeared to her so many times. For the first time ever, a missing piece clicks into place, and she realizes it was no dream at all; rather, a lost memory of another time, another place, where she and a certain man suffered a tragic fate.
She won’t rest until she’s seen him.
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20 Oct 2025
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“Are you alright?” Zayne asks.
You want to put your head on the wheel and cry. You feel pathetic.
“Did something happen?” You picture his frown. The way his eyes sharpen when he tries to pick apart a little mystery. You want him with you right now. “Please answer me.”
“I-I’m fine,” you answer quickly, a knee-jerk reaction to the question. You know you’re trying to convince yourself. You know he doesn’t believe it for a second. “Just… Just stay on the phone with me until I get back. Can you…? Am I bothering you?”
He hushes you softly through the phone. “You’re not bothering me, darling. I’ll stay with you.”
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- Part 15 of Love and Deepspace Fics
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05 Oct 2025
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A collection of the drabbles I write over on tumblr. These are short and unedited. Tags will be updated with each one
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- Part 162 of Love and Deepspace Fics
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02 Oct 2025
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Mortality isn't measured between the hunted—and the hunter. But the first time you are seen, the next time you are loved.
Do commit to this early on: an apology is a sign post.
It doesn't run away but towards it. It doesn't whisper. Hear it shriek. It doesn't put away the fucking knife. One stab, repeatedly. It is the wherewithal to have a boundary—and forgetting it. Immediately. Then one more word. Two more words. Three more words. Out of luck. It has to douse itself in a fire. That's what separates it from a lie. It has to whittle itself to a nub. And be the universe, the unholy centre. It's only an apology when it’s writhing like a mass of worms in your mouth. The old switcheroo one-o-one. You can't even tell if the food is good. But you will nod along and say it is. You hope your next bite isn't worms. This is what happens when an apology shoves the main course to the floor.
So he doesn't.
He swipes a mouthful and tries the effort for what it is. Until you swallow he says nothing. Then you swallow it.
He looks up.
You meet him head-on. "It's delicious."
A part of him lives forever.
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06 Sep 2025
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Maybe someone else designed this moment. Put the two of you together like this. Like it isn’t the accident upon accident your meetings have always been. Maybe this doesn’t need to be pieced together.
“You heard about what happened in Bloomshore District,” you say.
Rafayel takes a long sip, wearing the mug’s label like some weird badge of pride. “Who hasn’t?”
Your teeth sink hard into your lip, worrying like a pulse every time the blast replays itself, every time you can practically feel the lick of the flames or the grit of the hard pavement or the smoke in your eyes. “That was my grandma’s house.”
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Or, the five stages of grief after you lose Caleb. Or, the five stages of grief as you fall in love with Rafayel.
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03 Mar 2025