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Days Since Zolf Smith's Last Hug by theBardWhoBleedsHope
Fandoms: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
26 Jul 2020
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Zolf doesn’t remember what it feels like to hug someone.
He can remember that last day with Hamid and Sasha. Remembers the way his stool wobbled. Remembers the taste of ale on his breath.
He doesn’t remember the way his hands must have brushed over the soft fabric of Hamid’s suit or Sasha’s sturdy jacket.A count of days since Zolf Smith last hugged someone
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and i must follow (as the night the day) by orphan_account
Fandoms: Hamlet - Shakespeare
19 Oct 2020
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A train window rattles cold against a cheek. The black eyes are half-open but too alert to drowse. One hand has folded itself over the top of a damaged suitcase, pressing hard enough to leave creases on the thinly-mittened palm. The legs are dark brown and tired, well-used, jutting out from under a hand-sewn skirt and folding down into beige socks and battered boots. The heels of the socks are clean but threadbare, and the jacket has been ironed but bears stains of years. Lying over the jacket is an anomaly, an expensive cloak of rich green wool. The other hand, ungloved, twists in its warm fabric, worrying thick threads between its nails.
The traveller’s eyes flick open, staring keenly at the passing trees. The countryside of Germany is lit by a full moon, parting into towns and steeples on either side of the charging train. The clatter of wheels on tracks fills the traveller’s mind, lulling her even as it heightens her anxieties. She is headed North, into bitter cold and bitter mourning. The King of Denmark, her dear friend’s father, has died.Bookmarked by theBardWhoBleedsHope
24 Nov 2020
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“How would that work, you think?” Wilde asks quietly, voice neutral.
“Worked well enough back at the inn,” Zolf manages, feeling as if his vocal chords might give out on him any moment now. “I cook, you do paperwork and berate my taste in literature. With the current global economy, we'll be able to find a place for next to nothing, I'm sure.”
Wilde lifts Zolf's hand and brings it up to his chin, putting his lips against the knuckles. It's not a kiss, but it's also not not a kiss.
“Sounds nice,” he says.
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21 Jul 2020
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I'll bury you again but may you rise. by PrinceofHellebore (PrinceofPlants)
Fandoms: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
10 Dec 2020
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Oscar shows up at Zolf's hideout, dying from sustained injuries. its the first step in a relationship that will build itself on trust and desperation as they both try to forget their losses long enough to save the world.
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21 Jul 2020