#fanoa

[punsbulletsandpointythings]

I....might be writing a Goblin Emperor and Cemetaries of Amalo / Hands of the Emperor crossover fic. Is that something people would read?

[adromelke]

I’m shamelessly daydreaming about Fitzroy and Kip snuggling after the Jubilee.

[adromelke]

Look, it’s Auri and El on that beach by Sky Ocean.

[thothandthedistantgoddess]

The Son of Laughter pursed his lips, laughter glittering in his dark eyes. “You’ve brought me a shell to give to the sea?” “She doesn’t have this one,” Cliopher replied, his heart thundering in his throat. …..That secret, the fire at the heart of him, that love for his own fanoa (that was not the secret; it had never been a secret to anyone but himself), this shell made out of all the conscious work of his mind and all the fires of his soul, his heart, his spirit— “No,” Vou’a agreed after a moment. “She doesn’t have this one. This is the best of you, Cliopher Mdang. Are you truly willing to give it up?” Cliopher took a deep breath, and met the god’s eyes as steadily as he had ever done anything in his life. “It is the best of what I have been, not who I will be, Buru Vou’a,” he replied, “and I do not lose the fire by giving it to another.” (Victoria Goddard: At the Feet of the Sun)