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November 17 - November 21, 2025
Pspsps.
Wtf
He turned to a looking glass, inspected the finest cheekbones in the Tīendoms, and said, “Seduction?”
MDRRRR OK
Perhaps we can equip you with a plan B. And a plan C.” “B for Blackmail, C for Coercion?”
“My half grand-aunt’s daughter’s third cousin works in the Haelan kitchens.”
Mdr fan
“I don’t keep up with street urchins and their diseases.”
Mais mdr so unserious
“Bless the pestilent children, then,”
Qgagwahajab
“There is,” said Osric. “A few inches, actually. Under the kilt.”
Mdrrrr
Things Under Control,
J aime bien comment ils mettent des majuscules aux expressions en mode c vraiment des choses en tant que tel
The Fyren’s state of undress revealed agreeable proportions:
Mdr elle voit tellement tout de façon medicale
What’s a little patricide among friends?”
Ah?
was particularly frightening because she was French.
Mdrrrrr
“The reality is far worse: it appears that he’s developed a conscience.” “No,” gasped Osric.
Ptdrrrrr
There was a lovely irony to their respective wayfinding: her light created a blind spot for him, and his shadows were inscrutable darkness to her; opposite topographies guided them up the same path.
“As we agreed? I never agreed,” said Osric. “You did. You said All right.” “I said All right, your approach confirms that you know nothing about intelligence gathering. Not All right, let’s proceed with your amateur plan.”
Fan de leur banter
A thought, unhallowed and unwelcome, sprang into Aurienne’s mind: Mordaunt, dishevelled, princely, bathed by the broody light of the fire, was genuinely attractive.
Hehe
Mordaunt reached a hand down to help her to her feet. The movement was brusque; the grasp was gentler.
Hihi
Aurienne, facing Mordaunt, reached for the back of his neck and clasped him in a simple embrace.
FACE TO FACE CETTE FOIS OMG
Exhausted, and past caring what he thought, she slid off it, and rested her cheek upon the soft velvet of Mordaunt’s cloaked shoulder.
Wshhhhhhhhhhh okkkkkkkkkk coooooool
Mordaunt was watching her in the reflection.
Omg
He looked at her as one who wished to worship, and one who wished to defile. The next time the light flashed, the mirror was back. They sat for a long time, leaning against each other, existing in two states at once. Hate could feel strangely like something else.
“I’d kill for just a cup of tea,” said Aurienne. She searched the cupboards. Mordaunt said that he would kill for a cup of tea, too, only literally, unlike her, the coward.
Mdrrrrr
Aurienne gasped in outrage. Mordaunt, labouring under the delusion that he was prettier, also gasped.
Ils me fument
“Besides, they threatened to kidnap you.” “And? You threatened to kidnap me.” “Exactly: only I can do that.
Mdrrrr possessive
Gods, she could be dry. Osric’s lips chapped on the spot.
Excellent
Osric swept a hand through his hair. She ignored him. He flexed his abs. No reaction. He bit his lip. Disregarded. He made a deep guttural sound when she wiped cold hlutoform against him. She told him to act like a grown man.
Mdr il est obsessed
(Anyway, he hadn’t any interest in Fairhrim touching his bits.)
A d autres
Fairhrim directed a small, shy smile towards Choking Hazard. (She had never managed a small, shy smile towards Osric. Simply a note for the record.)
Jealous mdr
(Was she beautiful? No. Osric was a great connoisseur of beauty. She was not beautiful. All there was to see here was an annoyingly unafraid gaze and a maddening mouth that alternately spouted nonsense and overly sharp sense at random intervals. She was pretty at best. Just pretty.)
There was a sudden stillness among the ladies in the room. Osric noticed it only because he had, himself, gone still, as he decided where to amputate Choking Hazard’s arm because he had touched his Haelan.
HIS HAELAN OMFGGGG
Scrope groped at her thigh as she passed. It would be one of his last acts on this earth.
Kill him
He was wrong, by the way. There wasn’t always tomorrow. There wouldn’t, for instance, be one for him.
Ouiiiii kill him
Meet my Means to an End, Haelan Fairhrim.
Mdr fan
Anyway, reflected Aurienne, it was nice of Mrs. Parson to confirm so early in their acquaintance that she, too, was unhinged.
Excellent
He had just caught sight of Aurienne’s forearm, where Scrope’s literal manhandling had left a mark. His eyes, usually heavy lidded with insouciance, real or affected, flew open. His face lost all cynicism. His slouch disappeared. His scar became a vivid white line across his lips.
Omg
“I’m just a Point of Leverage, am I?” “I’m just a Means to an End, aren’t I?”
“Besides, isn’t forgetting you preferable to continuing to hate you?” “I’d rather you hate me than not think of me at all.”
“Wait.” Fingers in a leather glove caught her hand.
ASCTVHHDD
Osric knew her enough to read the pinch of her nostrils: how dare yet another idiot Fyren make her waste her seith?
he knows herrrr
“Bit disappointed he didn’t See me coming, to be honest,” said Osric.
En parlant du seer qu il a tue mais ptdrrrr
took in strictly none of it, because he was back on the silver sea, enraptured by the woman with the star-bright eyes, the only one who could heal him, the one who was saving his life.
Fairhrim’s bare hand, chapped and dry, lay on the table next to his gloved one. He brought it to his lips. Fairhrim was startled, for once, into a gasp. Osric pressed a gallant kiss into the back of her hand. He should have stopped there, but, like a besotted fool, he kissed smaller, revering ones across her knuckles.
OMFG
If anyone raises a hand against you, they’re dead, I want you to know.
Omg
Yes: it was comforting that the Fyren was there.
Victoire
“No,” said Aurienne, with ruefulness born of sad truth. “I’ve got a monster.”
Baaaaam
“Hiya,” he said. He gave Wellesley’s men a coy wave. His tācn was a red glow among the room’s white lights.
Hot
And he shadow-walked to the only dark places in the room: their insides.
Oh mais wow incr
“What—what’s the bloody importance of the name of the donor? Isn’t it good someone donated?
Parce que c est lui qui a organise la pox
“Why’s Wellesley got viruses in his cellar?”
I KNEW IT
his Haelan),
His
Because, yes: after much internal debating, Osric had decided that Brythe was going to die today.
You go boy
