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    Moze isn't impressed when he first meets the healer that he’s supposedly now serving the General with.

    The lone foxian greets them at the starskiff haven when Feixiao first brings him to Yaoqing. When he turns towards Moze the smile on his face is questioning, only a sliver of his eyes visible as he looks Moze up and down, a feathered fan fluttering lazily in front of his mouth.

    “This is Moze. I picked him up from my last mission. I think I’m going to make him my guard!” Feixiao says, clapping Moze on the back, entirely too cheerful considering Moze has already tried to kill her twice,

    “A pleasure to meet you, Master Moze! Welcome to the Yaoqing,” Jiaoqiu says. Tilting his head to one side, he adds teasingly to Feixiao. “A guard? Isn’t he a little on the scrawny side for such a position?”

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    Jiaoqiu is an acquired taste. One Moze is slow to develop.

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    20 Dec 2025

  2. Rec 97

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    Varka tips his head. "What's with the flowers?" he asks. "Got a secret admirer?"

    "No," Flins tells him. Another step forward, he holds them out. "They're for you."
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    In which Flins tries to court Varka, and Varka takes way too long to realize it.

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    15 Dec 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    “You always smell of wine,” Flins tells Varka, kissing those calloused fingers next, featherlight. “Of the rain, and mist, when you’ve been out.”

    Varka wants to know what it’d feel like to have his fingers upon Flins’ tongue, tamping it down. It’s a debased fantasy. One that has Varka filling out in his slacks, half-hard.

    “When we fell into bed with one another, the first thing I noticed was your cologne; sharp and spiced. How intoxicated we were, in mind and all other senses.”

    “But?” Varka tries. He lets his thumb catch on Flins’ lower lip, and he brushes soft flesh back to bare lower teeth.

    A soft sound of need comes from Flins. A keen. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, and he sighs, overcome.

    How Varka wants to taste wine from those lips.

    - After a few indulgent trysts, Varka finds Flins before the night watch to make his feelings known.

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    15 Dec 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 56

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    Oh—that's a set of coins on private auction that Kyryll has been eyeing for a very long time. Remurian. A full set. Mint condition…

    Varka sees the blind desire that takes over. Kyryll loves shiny things. If Varka's a puppy-dog, Kyryll's a magpie.

    "If you put on the outfit, I'll buy this for you. Don't look at me like that! You know I'm dead serious. Want me to put it in writing? I'll have my lawyer type it up and notarize it for good measure!"

    Flins dresses up in a fairy costume at Varka's behest.

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    “Please don’t slam the books.” A stern voice cuts through the stillness.

    Phainon jumps in fright, clutching at his chest to will his heartbeat to slow as he turns to face the person who interrupted his brooding. As soon as he takes in what’s before him, he forgets how to think.

    A man stands across from him, arms folded neatly across his chest, watching him behind a pair of simple black frames that suggest he’s already written Phainon off as a lost cause. He’s sharp and poised, biceps bulging even beneath his loose-fitting jumper, and the worn edges of the neckline leave a sliver of his clavicle on display that Phainon can’t seem to look away from.

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    or, in another life, come and visit me at my library.

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    08 Dec 2025