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Five times Flins touches Illuga out of curiosity. Five times Illuga feigns ignorance until the truth spills forth.
Flins removes his glove before he touches Illuga's cheek again, marveling at the feel of the soft tissue under his cold skin. All the while, Illuga’s eyes stare into his own—the colours so bright and enticing. The blue of its outer circles rivals the sky, and the red center reminds him of the blood the young man spills so willingly for his homeland. It taints the lovely feeling Flins holds into darker thoughts, and he lingers—longer than he should—letting his thumb run over the same spot over and over again…
“Sir Flins?”
“Yes?”
“I think that’s enough,” the Young Master states abruptly before turning on his heel, leaving Flins standing where he is, staring at his hand as if he’s never had one to begin with.
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- Part 1 of Nod Krai Shenanigans
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Flins wants to devour him. Wants to lick every inch of skin. Make Illuga bleed fresh just so he can chase the flavor as it wells up.
He uses what is perhaps his last shred of sanity to say, “I hope Young Master isn’t getting himself injured on purpose.”
Illuga laughs, breathless. “No, I promise. Just bad luck.” His hand slides from Flins' cheek down to his jaw, thumb brushing over his lower lip. “Or good luck, depending on the perspective.”
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"'Flins'?" Flins asked, his tone mildly surprised but courteous. "I am seldom called as such. Why, my good sir, do I perhaps know you? If I do, please forgive me for I cannot remember."
"Hang on a second." Illuga grabbed the edge of Flins' coat. "If Flins is not the name you're used to, what do they call you?"
"Ah. My apologies." Flins took his hat and bowed, his grace and elegance untouched by the howling snow. He took Illuga's fingers and pressed them to his lips—much like the first time they met. "Allow me to introduce myself, my good sir. Around these parts, I am called Kyryll, the Azure Flame."
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- Part 3 of faelightisms
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Never tell the fae your name. It gives them power over you, because names contain power.
That was Illuga’s first mistake.
Or perhaps, Flins' first exception.
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Russian translation by the wonderful srslytommy! Thank you so much!
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- Part 2 of faelightisms
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“You're the strangest man I've ever met.” Illuga hands Flins a mug of water and then keeps a mug of it for himself as he stands, unaware of the way the older Ratnik watches him. “I'm not there one night, and you scour all of Nod-Krai for me?”
“Even a single night can be cause for worry, Master Illuga,” Flins says, a little too quickly, a little too heatedly - he must realize it, too, with the way he clamps his mouth shut then and looks elsewhere.
or; illuga goes awol planning a surprise birthday party, flins gets a little worried, all can only end well