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    Despite his ice core- or perhaps because of it- Danny feels the cold more intensely. The chill always lingers, and he worries people will grow sick of it and leave him behind.

    On the first snow of the season, Danny's anxiety gets the best of him.

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    Snape rolled his eyes. "You're not scared of blood, Potter. For one, you're a Gryffindor. For another, you seem to face down the Dark Lord with alarming regularity. If you were afraid of blood, you wouldn't have made it past your first year in this castle."

    "What do you want me to say?" Harry shouted, suddenly filled with the same irrational anger that'd been so hard to shake since Cedric's death. He jumped to his feet, unable to sit any longer. "What would you have me do? I couldn't make myself break skin, okay? Is that so hard to believe?"

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    Or: a potion requires blood as an ingredient. Harry's afraid of a relapse. Snape just wants to know why Harry Vanished a perfectly decent brew. They come to an understanding.

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    Harry is a good guy, but some lines are never meant to be crossed, and Nick Fury has taken one step too far.

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    12 Nov 2022

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    Geralt's muscles heave backwards, flinging him down against the bed. He tries to struggle upwards but it feels like he’s been buried beneath a mountain. Every inch of him is pressed completely still. His eyes close, and he’s left in the dark with nothing but his racing heart for company. He’s not tired, he’s never been less tired. But the curse wants him to sleep, it seems. It’ll force him to lie here until he does. How much of his life will it start to control, now that he’s declared war against it? Now that he knows it’s lurking in his bones, now that it doesn’t have to be subtle?

    He swallows. Takes a long, deep breath, gathering every bit of courage he has to stop himself from slipping back into panic. He still has control over his lungs. He still has that.

    For now.

    (Or: Witchers don't retire. They stay on the Path until it kills them. They hunt monsters and they want nothing from life. This isn't exactly by choice.)

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