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Would you blink already?!"

And the first shall be first And the last shall be last Cast your eyes to heaven You get a knife in the back Nobody's righteous Nobody's proud Nobody's innocent Now that the chips are down When the chips are down, by Anaïs Mitchell, Hadestown.

I will cling to any piece of lore as a starving crab holding a fish.

MY FISH.

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You cannot tell a lie knowingly.

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what if Gideon has a brand. Like cattle. What if he’s been branded and it must have taken the hobgoblins so long to make a mark that sticks. He burns so hot and so angrily (especially at the beginning) that at first he could even feel the touch of scalding iron to his skin so they did it again and again and again and again and again until it stuck and now it’s there forever and it can never come off. Property

And what if Kremy has his own kind of brand— a grinning dragon skull tattoo on his bicep, smoke unfurling from its undead nostrils, and he has scales, so like Gideon it must have been no small effort to get it there. It must have taken magic, strong magic, irreversible magic. And in a different (but also the same, the same exact way) it marks him as belonging to Remy and to his Baron but mostly to Remy. He’ll always belong to him. Remy won’t ever let him forget.

And I imagine they’re both incredibly ashamed of these marks and in the early days before they change or bathe in front of each other they worry about the other seeing them, what would he think, would he be disgusted? Worse, pitying? And then one day they do change in front of each other and it’s rushed and embarrassed but Kremy looks over and he sees it and Gideon looks and sees it too and they see each other and they think oh. oh