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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    A gulp. Fyodor watched as Nikolai’s throat bobbed, the faintest twinkle of excitement could be seen. A swell of pride grew in his chest as Nikolai teasingly dragged his fingers across the top of the cake, stripping it of its icing. Tantalizing, he licks over each finger - savoring the taste with each swipe of that talented tongue. He devoured the skin, the decorative beginnings of cake’s flesh, with great eagerness.

    or,

    my attempt at writing an extended cannibalism metaphor = love inspired by the fyolai anthology art

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    12 Nov 2023

  2. Public Bookmark 43

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    Nothing came before Sigma's work. Not even the Decay of the Angel. If Sigma didn't have the casino, he had nothing at all. He was nothing.

    A casino, and a successful one at that, was not easy to manage.

    Therefore, it was a threat to the entire enterprise that Sigma went missing.

    [Or, Sigma gets trapped in his office, witnesses something he shouldn't, and is sick of his co-workers' courting ritual bullshit]

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    18 Oct 2023

  3. Public Bookmark 68

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    As long as Fyodor accounted for imperfections in his schemes, there was always the impression of free will. He dangled the deception in front of Nikolai like bait, and Nikolai followed it like a trained rat in a maze, like a puppet dancing in the palm of his hand.

    Until he didn’t.

    “If you know what I want,” said Nikolai, “will you try to stop me?”

    Fyodor shifted an inch, a deliberate slide of his knee between Nikolai’s legs. “Your intentions toward me are quite obvious.”

    Nikolai’s eyes glinted in the darkness and he draped his words with an overripe, saccharine sweetness—like bruised fruit about to spoil. “Oh, Fedya,” he tutted softly. “I came here to kill you.” 

    [Or, date nights for terrorists turn out a little differently . . .]

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    24 Sep 2023

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    20 Aug 2023

  5. Public Bookmark 16

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    Gogol’s heart is weak, so he has to protect it at all costs.

    (or, a first meeting between Fyodor and Gogol)

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    19 Aug 2023