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Chapter 8
Notes: well, here we are! I didn’t intend for this to be so long, but I guess i should know that by now. I’m so pleased with how it turned out, and I’m so glad that i could give @acourtofladydeath a gift so tailored to her interests and wants. Thank you for making me a better writer, and, more importantly, a better person! Special thanks, as always, to @poisonivy206 and @queercontrarian for their beta reading skills, as well as to @mossytrashcan for their stunning art. In case you missed it, here is the playlist i made to go along with the fic.
The meeting in Day does not go well. There are no punches thrown, no spells irreversibly cast. But the news isn’t what Eris wanted: there will be no easy path to becoming whole again, not without possible further damage to his memories.
Throughout it all, Helion’s eyes are frustratingly kind. He touches Eris only once, when two of his fingers rest on Eris’s brow bones, the third in the middle of his forehead, and this magic throbs through Eris’s sinuses like a particularly bad head cold.
He doesn’t want to be this person anymore.
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