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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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Her sacrifice she did not regret, but she did grieve what was lost, and grief took time to heal.
Her original fears of ending the Mousai had been properly put to bed.
it noted the Mousai’s sudden absence as it did most peculiarities: with a swirl of rumored excitement.
The Thief Kingdom he did not seem eager to return to anytime soon.
it was Zimri’s gaze Arabessa clung to.
“You dare kiss your king without first asking?”
“The sin is always well worth the punishment.”
“And you both are making me uncomfortable,”
Ours. Her braided magic sang through her blood.
Upon contact the purple and silver threads of her magic spilled from her skin in a huff.
Arabessa became infinite; she became eternal.
Arabessa might no longer be able to produce her elegant music, but her gifts now had another door through which they could be set free: her throne.
She could sense their desires, their fears, and their reverence.
Zimri was here. He stood by her side. They were living their lives beyond regret, had fought to make their own choices.
