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  • We Shall Drink Wine by Andrew K. Hoe
    #n:♥ #s:specfic #t:origfic | Until then, there is Fate Cutter, weeping the blood of an old love, sharp and silent. There is poisoned wine in a celadon cup, not unlike the Elixir of Immortality the queen-wife drank. There is this cold, cold moon to which the queen-wife ascended only to find that bone-white home infested—this moon whence our kind came, the endless beyond-dark we do not sing to, lest it tear out our throats with loneliness.
    1 month ago | View Shared by zeiat
  • Sid Stills' Blues (Three-Quarters in the Bag in Alphabet City) by ladysisyphus
    #c:m/m #n:ssbb #n:♥ #t:origfic | The headache wasn't what woke him, but it was what kept him from going back to sleep once he was up. It rolled through his head like a drum line, pounding its high school marching band arrangements of some once-golden oldie across his brain with all the embarrassing force of the time he'd been sixteen and nearly killed himself with his father's Jack. He hadn't been hung over like this in years, decades. Just one more shit side effect, he supposed, of getting old.
    6 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

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