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Freya Marske
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February 1 - February 10, 2024
You’re either born with magic or you aren’t.”
“Unbusheling. A revelation of magic.”
He was to comb through complaints, letters, and hysterical newspaper stories, working out which of them might represent real magic. Anything suspicious he was to collate and pass on to the liaison. Courcey.
this reminds me of Arthur weasley’s job in hp
For the first time he wondered about how one would go about linking it to the actions of one’s hands. Or sound—could it take down music on a stave, as played aloud? There’d be limitations on speed and complexity, but perhaps—
foreshadowing to share his magic with Robin?
Edwin didn’t deal well with most people.
he had to deal with Sir Robert Blyth, who had the speech and the manner of every healthy, vigorous, half-witted boy that Edwin had spent his school and university years trying to ignore.
giving enemies to lovers iktr
Nobody had ever looked at any of Edwin’s spells like that.
He browsed for a pleasant half hour, touching the spines of books with a reverent finger, occasionally pulling one from the shelf to check its table of contents. He resisted the urge to shove Manning’s abysmal thesis on visual illusions back into the shadows of other, worthier books.
HES ONE OF US
particular hazel of Sir Robert Blyth’s eyes.
Oh Win is down bad already
Edwin had no idea what he ached for, no real sense of the shape of his ideal future. He only knew that if every day he made himself a little bit better—if he worked harder, if he learned more, more than anyone else—he might find it.
so I have yet another baby boy to my collection of babies
“You’ve been cursed, and you think this is a time to make jokes?” Blyth shoved his sleeve down again. “I’ve been cursed, so I’ll make all the jokes I please.”
he’s such a little shit!!! 🤭
The implication that Edwin was never going to be good for anything else.
It always felt identical to the message in his father’s eyes: coded on the best days, and blatant on the worst. I see what you are, and you are not enough.
oh babyboy
Robin was quite capable of being rude to Edwin, if nobody else. If he wanted to go with the others, he’d have gone.
HE WANTED TO STAY WITH YOU BABY
Robin felt like he was viewing a page from a book on exotic creatures, demonstrating how the patterns of their hides allowed them to blend into their surroundings. Edwin stood near the centre of the library floor, shirtsleeves rolled to mid-forearm, one hand turning the page of a thick book splayed open on a table while the other scratched at the back of his neck. Looking at him, Robin realised that before this moment he’d never seen Edwin Courcey look even the slightest bit comfortable.
he’s getting to experience Edwin in his element 🥹🥹
“When I was twelve I spent an entire summer coming up with my own tables of classification based on subject matter. I’ve had to expand the system several times since then.” He glanced around. “Luckily one can just keep adding more numbers. An alphabetisation charm is—well, more complicated than you’d think, the notation takes up half a page. But it’s been designed. It’s easy to implement. It’s just not sensible for a reference library. Where did you study?”
he’s so smart and unaware of it…. Like he created a sorting system at 12!
“Remind me not to make an enemy of you, Edwin Courcey,” he said, smiling to show he meant no sting. “I think yours is probably the kind of brain that could run a country.” Edwin wasn’t smiling, but something about the way he ducked his head suggested that he was pleased, and not sure how to handle being pleased.
Robin probably being the first person to ever appreciate Edwin 😭🥹
He’d felt like that a good handful of times at school—at university—and for the most part he’d known to avoid those boys and those men. Even when it was mutual, attraction didn’t conjure respect from nowhere. Where contempt existed, attraction could even deepen it.
“I’m collecting near-death experiences, me,” said Robin. “Though I am giving serious thought to that suggestion about hitting you in the face.”
You’re helping him get free of the magical world, and then you’re going to help him forget it. Don’t get entangled. Pull the threads clear.
Oh I hate this plot
Robin was nothing like that. Robin was kind and Robin loved fiercely, but Robin, too, had already seen too much of Edwin. Edwin couldn’t rip off the last layer. That was all there was left of him. There’d be nothing left but blood.
💔💔 Edwin 😖
“You sat there knowing you were in terrible danger, you were offered all the magic you could want, and you still refused. You were magnificent.”
Yes Robin compliment your man!!
“Of course I’m on your side. You complicated my life,” Robin said warmly. “You woke me up. You’re incredibly brave. You’re not kind, but you care, deeply. And I think you know how much I want you, in whatever way I can have you.”
Edwin closed his eyes. “You could still hurt me,” he said. “But I do think you’d somehow manage to tear your own arm off before you did it on purpose.” His tone walked a tightrope between disapproval and wonder. “And I’m sick to death of being afraid, and I want you. Enough to risk it. More than enough. You make me feel like something—extraordinary.”
🥹🥹🥹
Of course I’m on your side, Robin thought numbly. I’m yours.
