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Lohen hums, his silhouette barely visible in the midday shade. Born amidst the budding of flowers beloved and forest streams joyous, why must he wield the poisons of starveling winters?
Still, Varka cannot look away. He will never be able to look away, not as long as he lives. Is this what he's going to chase his whole life?
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23 Jun 2026
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generational prose im ngl something about lohen's self destructive nature and varka's inherent sense of responsibility made me think of the pursue withdraw cycle and now i am crying... this is truly peak
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"Told you," he croaked out with strength he gathered from Varka’s presence.
Varka's hand found his cheek immediately, thumb brushing carefully and lightly over his jaw. "What?"
"You said—" Lohen swallowed, throat raw. "’Wait here’."
Varka asks. Lohen listens. Both of them suffer emotionally as a result.
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Five times Dottore observes Pantalone vulnerable, and one time Pantalone observes Dottore back.
"And I suppose if I'm ever confronted physically, I should blast them away with my signature?" Pantalone chuckled. "How very effective indeed."
"Let us hope it never comes to that." Dottore said. "But if it did, I would simply handle them in your stead."
Perhaps Pantalone should have investigated that sentence further. But he just wanted another smoke.
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23 Jun 2026
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Pre-Opened Bottles Are Not Gestures of Trust by drzealous
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
11 Jun 2026
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In which Pantalone accepts a drink from a Fontainian diplomat who definitely tried to kill him, waits five days to seek medical attention because the quarterly reports weren't going to file themselves, and proceeds to say things on an operating table that the Segments will spend the next century thinking about.
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22 Jun 2026
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Pantalone draws a shaky breath. "I was in your office earlier," he begins, "looking for a copy of your will. You don't have a will. Did you know that?"
Dottore says nothing. Pantalone takes a drag of his cigarette and continues.
"One of your subordinates came in looking for something. He reeked of antiseptic. I had to send him away."
Because he smelled like antiseptic?
"Because he smelled like you."
Alternatively: The funeral proceedings of a man who dared to fly too close to the sun. Forsaken by all, survived by one.
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17 Jun 2026