#crooked clockwork

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((Toni: So instead of writing the next chapter, I’ve spent the majority of this week copying and pasting every chapter of my (decent) stories (Movie Mode included) and publishing them on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad.

And why

Does

Movie Mode

Have so

Many

C h a p t e r s)

(Iinky_Tonii on AO3 and IinkyNiibs on Wattpad)

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Crooked Clockwork - Chapter 4 Extract

There were only two other times where Cole had faded off.

The first time had been while they were being taken to Ouroborus by the Basilisks. Jay had been screaming- god, he had been screaming, and his eye had been so bad, Cole had been almost certain he wasn’t going to make it-  and then one of the Basilisk had started beating him, shouting at him in their foreign language, and they’d all been screaming too, screaming at them to stop. The only reason they did was because Cole had suddenly vanished, chains clattering to the ground. He’d been so startled upon reappearing, he hadn’t even had the chance to comprehend fighting back before their attacks were being turned on him.

But at least they stopped hurting Jay.

Read Crooked Clockwork (sequel to Empty Echoes) on FanFiction.net, Archive of Our Own or Wattpad.

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i weep, though in the name of her prosperity and her fortification, still her pupils escape rainwater, and her blood pleats around promising gashes; i am afraid, i am alone, and though my eyes deny the actuality, my muscles seep empty ashes at the hilt of her throne – her happiness is my righteousness, and her falsehoods are my scriptural notions; “you can only appeal for the truth,” she says – but now there are fleapits in my bullet wounds, and there are mouthfuls of veins in my warmth; “but i strain for you, as i’ve never strained before, yet you glorify my shame, my fault, and my pain; declaring that you will continuously loathe, and that you are afraid, you are alone, and though you know the truth – “ “i will ignore my feelings for you” i weep, in the wake of her self-inflicted euthanasia, “i was sworn to protect her,” i will beg and doubt, but the placid answer i will gather is only as the stars above; “how might you have protected her from her own blade?”

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