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  1. Rec 9

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    “Argenti”, he says. The man smiles and moves an arm, away from gripping his side (he cannot feel it, he can not). Up, to his face, and slots his palm up against his cheek.

    Nothing has ever been as tender as the petal of his finger pads brushing over the skin. The skin below his eye. He might be shaking, he realizes. He is shaking. Not his body, but his mind.

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    13 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 4

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    A dinner for one, a table for two.

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    13 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 46

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    And he covers those two divine lips with his own and he lets himself fall, the surprised gasp Veritas releases into his mouth as sacred as any blessing. He wants it all, Aventurine lets himself admit in this moment. He wants the solidity of Veritas’ body against his own, certainty rigid as Nous Themself. He wants the assurance Veritas kisses into the unexplored crevices of his skin. He wants—

    "—Control,” Sunday groans, hand in Gallagher’s hair, reining him in like a leash. “Control yourself, hound.”

    Gallagher stills, quiescent. Obedient. His eyes are blown dark, lips red and bruised and slick with spit. But he opens his mouth dutifully as Sunday eases him off, letting his tongue loll out lazily like there’s nothing else this mutt would rather do than serve.

    or: how differently prayer looks on a different pair of lips. ft. aventurine, who denies he's in a relationship until he's standing at the altar, and gallagher, who wants to prove that even the holiest of angels can fall.

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    11 Mar 2026

  4. Rec 51

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    A night in Milan. Reflections on love, sex, and violence.

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    09 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 30

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    “I’ve got no god, no deity, no aeon,” Boothill’s voice lowered. If Argenti didn't know he was a hunter, he'd probably think Boothill would ask for repentance from Idrila. “I was a righteous man like yourself in the past. I kill but only if they deserve it. Much like you, eh, Sir Knight? I'm sure you get all that.”

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    Priest Argenti finally decided to get help from the recent disappearances in the village. Only the Hunter he requested was someone unacceptable for the Path of Beauty. He decided to take all the sins for the village.

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    17 Dec 2025