Artist: @tox_tea
Writer: @krisrix
Word count (as of posting date): 27796
Complete/In progress: Complete
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Kidnapping
Summary:
I’m not keen on bringing Snow to the club. He hasn’t been in what seems like a lifetime. Back then, he would occasionally bumble in with Wellbelove. Or he’d stride in alongside the Mage, trying to look all tough, while the Mage’s Men made the rounds like bloody inquisitioners.
There will be magic, of course. More magic than he’s seen in months.
Then there’s the matter of the Mage’s Men….
A number of them are from decent bloodlines. After the Mage’s atrocities came to light, a few crawled back to the club with their tails between their legs and desperately tried to reintegrate themselves into the society they once derided and terrorized.
While I’m comfortable enough discounting their very existences, I know Snow isn’t going to be so capable.
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Simon has a list of things that have changed since Christmas. The Mage is at the bottom, buried, untouched.
Baz has a throat clogged up with feelings he can’t articulate. They’re a burden, not just for himself.
They’re both struggling with fullness and emptiness in equal, confusing turns. They’re both hurting.
And there are some people who want them to hurt even more.
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