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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    “There are things I’ve buried so deep I don’t even know where they begin. There are parts of me that are still waiting for the next door to close.”

    A long breath.

    “I’m tired of that.”

    It’s the closest thing to a confession he’s ever made.

    Neuvillette doesn’t answer right away. He rises. Walks to Wriothesley’s side.

    Doesn’t reach for him. Doesn’t try to solve anything.

    Just stands there. With him.
    Looking out into the snow.

    And then—

    Softly. Like the ocean retreating from the shore.

    “You do not have to open every door at once,” Neuvillette murmurs. “But you can choose which ones to leave unlatched.”

    Or, Wriothesley stops surviving long enough to start feeling, and Neuvillette is there for it.

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    14 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 27

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    Five times Wriothesley kissed Neuvillette and didn’t ask for anything in return (involving a near-frozen Iudex, a god who forgot how to rest, a wrist trembling beneath a verdict, a moment held in lamplight, and a garden where nothing hurt). And one time Neuvillette kissed him like an offering finally accepted.

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    12 Oct 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    “I used to think myself above these things.”

    Wriothesley looks up from his thermos. “These things?”

    “Food. Rest. Company. The needs of the body. Of the heart.” A pause. “Desire.”

    Wriothesley’s expression stills.

    Not startled. Not mocking.

    Just open.

    “And now?” he asks, after a breath.

    Neuvillette folds his hands in his lap. His nails are too neatly trimmed. His sleeves immaculate. His posture immaculate. He does not know how to be not immaculate.

    “I am learning,” he says softly, “that to be above something is not the same as to be free from it.”

    Or, Neuvillette forgets to eat, and Wriothesley remembers for him.

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    09 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 12

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    Neuvillette turned to him.

    “I walk here,” he said softly, “because you do.”

    Wriothesley didn’t blink. Didn’t move.

    “And because,” Neuvillette added, slower now, as though choosing each syllable from a shelf of fragile things, “I like how it feels… to be walking toward something.”

    A pause.

    The kind of pause that rewrites what came before.

    Wriothesley stared at him.

    And then—too fast for thinking, too gentle for regret—he leaned a little closer. Not enough to touch. But enough to threaten it.

    “Careful,” he murmured. “You’re starting to sound like a romantic.”

    Neuvillette tilted his head. His eyes were impossibly clear. As if there were no room in him for shame. As if he had calculated this moment as thoroughly as he weighed a ruling.

    “I said nothing untrue.”

    Or, how to fall in love one borrowed ritual at a time.

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    08 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 29

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    And Neuvillette—cracks.

    Not visibly. Never that. But there’s a tremble in his stance. In the tilt of his chin. His eyes close. Just for a moment. A second of surrender.

    And that’s when it happens.

    A hand. Wriothesley’s hand. Settling against the side of his neck, warm and grounding.

    It is not indecent.

    Not lingering.

    Just—kind.

    But Neuvillette forgets to breathe.

    The human body is mostly water. He’s known this forever. But in that moment, he feels it. Every molecule trembling toward the warmth. The pressure. The quiet steadiness of Wriothesley’s thumb just under his jaw.

    It is more than a touch.

    It is the promise of something he cannot name.

    Or, the ache that lives in Neuvillette’s chest when Wriothesley touches him.

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    02 Oct 2025