Tags: Canon compliant, spoilers for chapter 93 (heh.), introspection paired with a character study, light angst, yearning for something you can't ever have
Summary:
He thinks it ironic that Olruggio’s kindness is his salvation and his undoing—the link that keeps him alive and the torturous burden that prevents his peace.
He ought to be angry at him. He thinks a part of him is.
But time tempers all emotions, and, even back then, Qifrey couldn’t find the energy to stay angry at him for long. It was Olruggio’s nature, after all, to sacrifice himself on the altar if it meant saving one more life.
(On Olruggio, and the nature of their relationship, as seen by Qifrey.)
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Author’s Comments:
They got me so good. I read Witch Hat Atelier up to the most recent chapter in a weekend and augh. Olruggio and Qifrey's dynamic is so. It's so.... anyway I wrote this fueled on my feelings after I read chapter 93
In the future, I would like to write more for them. But probably not any time soon. I don't have any ideas for them that really make me want to write them but their dynamic is so tragic that I really feel like I should haha
Publicly, I don't really like to mention one ship when talking about another, but I think Olruggio and Qifrey are very similar to Phainon and Mydei to me in a few ways. And because of that, I got hooked a little too well on them (especially after chapter 93 because... god damn.)
Tags: Post canon, fluff, introspection and reflecting on the past, established relationship but so much god damn yearning still, I don't think I'll ever grow old of the type of yearning where you want so much of someone even when you already have them
Summary:
“Can I not simply stare to admire you?” he murmurs. He’s five paces away. Four. Three. Two. He stands close enough to see the freckles on Phainon’s golden-hued skin, close enough to breathe in his earthy scent. His want is a physical being that demands he grip Phainon’s body and never let go lest this moment slips away from them both. He cups Phainon’s face, and Phainon settles his hands on his hips.
Sometimes, he watches Phainon and thinks how fortunate it is that they can be this kind, this delicate with each other now.
“I think you’re the more eye-catching one between the two of us, Mydeimos,” Phainon says. His lips twitch, and Mydei can feel the muscles of his cheek moving under his fingers.
What a miracle it is that they have this now. What a relief.
(Love in the time of Era Nova.)
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Author’s Comments:
This fic came about because I just wanted to write them happy after I finished "Pretend We're in Love" and while I was trying to start up my next long-form fic. I didn't really get the chance to write their happy ending with the PWIL so I made up for it in this story lol
I've been liking the writing style this story has to be honest. It feels more evocative and flowy to me. But it is so hard to actually maintain and sometimes I just feel like a pretentious jerk when I read back haha
(first 10min of 6.6 quest spoilers) babe wake up there's a new addition to the kaveh philosophy...
thinking about how kaveh calls himself an idealist out of guilt, and how this influences his self-perception. even when he does good things, he doesn't think of himself as a good or selfless person; he just thinks of it as making amends for his past
but even in the roleswap, where he doesn't have that guilt, he's working to give everything he has to others and improve their lives. he's doing the same good in the world; it's not out of guilt this time, but instead out of a genuine heart. he's the same idealistic, caring person regardless of his own circumstances!
everyone can see his good heart, except for himself. it's hard for people to truly understand themselves, indeed!