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"You're not a god right now," Corvo says, and his voice is very gentle, terribly reverent. And the man says he is not a heretic. The Abbey would see him burned at the stake. "You're my lover, in my bed."
Oh, he thinks himself a poet. The Outsider wants to tell him he isn't, but the hollow in his chest aches and betrays him.
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(I might’ve shared this on this blog before, but as a reblog rather than a direct link)












