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A Spy who sees and knows and tells; A Martyr, young, whose blood is spilt; A Sinner, mind broken, by a Traitor in Faith trapped; An Angel whose Pride will burn in Wrath; A Brother who brings forth Death’s quiet kiss; In a Doe’s trembling dark eyes he finds long-sought Bliss; A fallen Trickster whose faults now him haunt; From Demon-Lips, to the Traitor, covet news is received; And friends are found, long lost loves take their leave; Cities will burn, Kingdoms will fall;

And the Hopes of Men are deceived. 

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Submitted by ethominumspesfallunt.

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[ And this blog's a go!

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ethominumspesfallunt asked: ♋

John and Natasha have the occasional “training sessions”, to teach each other things they don’t know. She teaches him how to use guns and weapons and he teaches her prayers and spells. That’s no secret.

The little tidbit that they’ve kept confined is an afternoon where Nat tried teaching John a few Russian prayers. It started off well enough, until they both just realized John had no fucking aptitude for languages whatsoever, and it ended in alarming amounts of pointless laughter and Nat smacking John over the head with a prayer mat when he wouldn’t stop saying “but it DOES sound like a dick joke”. 

(But pillowfights are unprofessional, so they don’t bring it up much.)