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How they hated one another up there where the sun shone! How much more they hate one another now that they are forever conjoined but not reconciled. - Screwtape Proposes a Toast, C.S. Lewis
Once, Owen had locked him in the crypt beneath the church and let him starve to death; despite the poetic justice of that one, it had been excruciatingly boring for Owen and was unlikely ever to be repeated. There was a river running a few minutes’ walk from the church, and he had dragged Legundo there a few times to drown him in the shallows. Legundo felt he could better empathize with Pyro now, but it was too far into the dark for them to make the venture particularly often.
But with a lumberjack in a leafless winter forest, there was never a shortage of firewood, and the ritual of building the pyre gave Owen something to do. The burnings seemed almost a compulsion for Owen, a wretched perpetual striving for some kind of closure that he was never going to get.
Legundo tried not to think about it too much.Title is from Revelation 21: 8
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24 Apr 2026
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Legundo has been working too hard for too long. He'll have to... *take a break* soon.
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- Part 7 of Vampiss (VSMP)
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15 Apr 2026
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12 Apr 2026
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when the summer comes by audioEidolon for salemoleander (heartbeatsinreverse)
Fandoms: Vampires SMP
09 Mar 2026
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Some days Legundo was in so much pain Pyro thought surely Legundo had considered vampirism, surely he would join himself and Abolish, in what was likely forever. Without the pain even, of his hip or leg, without being forced to bed for a day or two, when the weather grew rainy and the shrapnel still in his body throbbed in time with his heart beat, and made his scent grow sour in Pyro's nose.
But he never asked, and Pyro knew better than to offer.
Pyro was dressed in his work shirt, and suspenders, his boots removed and arranged neatly on the edge of the rug, as instructed. His arms were tied behind his back with silver chains, the hum of discomfort well worth the knowledge that he could not break them, not even if he strained, and hurt himself.
Around his neck was a heavy leather collar, padded with fleece that warmed his cold undead neck, soft against the raised scarring of Owen and Scott's mouths. Attached to it was one more chain, iron, the end of it strung through a loop.
The other end was in Legundo's hand.
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10 Apr 2026
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There was a tale Legundo had read once, of a woman whose lover was taken away by dark fey creatures, to a palace under a hill. To get him back from the evil Queen of Air and Darkness, she had to hold him tight and not let him go, although he turned into all manner of things;
A snake, sharp fanged and venomous. A bear, so large she could barely keep her slim arms around him. A bird whose wings she had to crush in her hands. A snowflake, a breeze, a memory— until finally he became a flame that burned her so horribly that her tears eventually put the flames out, and her lover was there again, naked and trembling and weeping himself.
"Well Doctor, what's it going to be?" Scott asked, his face near healed now, his right eye visible beneath the fracture of his brow. The white was bruised with burst blood vessels, giving Scott a dangerous, uneven look as he stared at Legundo, legs crossed neatly, blood mopped away.
"… I'll try," Legundo nodded slowly, heart pounding. "I'll try to help Owen."
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