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“Beide.” It’s a very recently developed hobby. They’ve started pausing whenever they see dark dots on telephone poles, just to check they aren’t blackbirds. “Mein Freund mag Krähen. Verteidigt sie.”

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She’s jolted for a moment, just barely. A searching look at them, and then she turns her head away a little. “Wie oft sind Sie ein Vogel?”

#memoryserved #👀👀👀👀👀👀

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“Do you birdwatch?” A pause. “Or are you just watching birds? Ich mag Krähen. Sie sind sehr schwarz.”

#memoryserved #natürlich magst du krähen felice #NATÜRLICH

@malterres

“ --- haben Sie das Gesicht Ihres Vaters vergessen? I’ve forgotten many faces in my time, gunslinger, my father’s most of all.”

#malterres #soz roland #also soz max for breakin ya tag

walkindvde

Party tricks won’t work on this one. He knows and sees it well.

‘What would I want them for? Don’t take that much to call up the dead.’

‘Mayhap you’re asking because you want them. But if you followed their trail to me, I can’t take them back.’

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“I’m asking for asking’s sake, Wanderer. You expect too much of me. I have no use for chicken heads. But I will take the bodies, for soup.” She leans closer, conspiratorial. “You’re very serious, you know. You might want to lighten up. I know from experience it does one no good, Dinge zu komplizieren.”

#walkindvde #but ☕️🐸 - felice

convincery

“What? I didn’t catch any of that.”

Which is a lie. He caught half of it, enough that he doesn’t like what she’s saying, or how she might simply just know these things with a look. He holds off his million of actual questions, imagining that a reaction might be just what she’s looking for.

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“Tür. Durch eine Tür. T-U-umlaut-R spells door.” She likes the singsong of it. She smiles. “You know what I mean. I can see, Dekan. Call yourself stupid, you’d be smart and a liar.”

#convincery #m-o-o-n spells door

@walkindvde

“Es gibt so viele kopflose Hühner im Hühnerstall.” She lifts a hand to chew at her thumbnail, a smile still edging onto her face like it’s testing to see how long it can sit there undisturbed before she wipes it away. “Don’t you think? And where do the heads go, ich frage mich. Do you scoop them up yourself, or are they not for you to take, Geisterbeschwörer?”

#walkindvde #the memer has become the memee

@convincery

“ --- haben Sie etwas dagegen? I’m trying to think. You’re crowding my headspace.” Fingers go fluttering around the bush of her hair like it’s charged with static. She squints at him and then away and then back again, this time a longer look, a deeper look. A momentary glint of something darker in her gaze.

“World-shifter. Der Dekan. Here aus Versehen, no? Mistake, accident, and now you’re lost. Sie sind durch eine Tür gestolpert. I can smell it on you. Die Tür and him, too.”

#convincery #*waves* yoohoo

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“Old as I am, I know nothing. Why people in this world hate what is not them.”

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we all walk down to the hill where the gallows are swinging still nooses still clenched tight ’round the necks of ten million ghosts they whisper don’t forget us but don’t forget to keep moving on we’re the same damn kind, or don’t you know?

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