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“The corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue,- the wanting. The first poem in the world is ‘I want to eat’.” — Erica Jong, ‘Where It Begins’
Even if you do not know the many skins he’s shed, or of the numerous lives that were lost because of him- you’ve become quite good at reading him. So good, sometimes he wonders if you know him better than he does himself. And for it, the blame falls on his shoulders alone. He never should've let you get this close and yet- and yet.
And yet, he has never met anyone like you at all.
(The four times Gwylan resisted kissing you and the one time he didn’t.)
A prequel to Foxlore, that could also be read as a standalone.
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- Part 3 of Foxlore
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“What’s the winter for? To remember love.” — Theodore Roethke, ‘Random Undated Notes’
Gwylan listens to it all with a quiet, but gentle expression on his face. He looks over at Sir Lance, seems to think for a second, before unclasping his dark green scarf and wrapping it around Sir Lancelot’s neck. It’s a good fit.
“He won’t be so cold now,” he says, and grapples Aderyn back into his arms. She looks utterly delighted. “Sometimes warming a heart can be much simpler than we think.”
(Another fox tale, to share over Christmas.)
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- Part 2 of Foxlore
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“You and I are so special; the miracles we know, no one knows, and no one loves the way we love.” — Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife, Vera
“We spoke a little,” you muse. “It told me about you. That waiting is never forever. And… and something else. I don’t remember.”
He looks at you funny. “The moon is that talkative? I never could’ve guessed. Then again, the moon controls the tides and the sea is never quiet.”
“You’ll need to teach me,” you bump your head against his shoulder. “I only understand their language when I’m sleeping.”
(In a dream, come your answers for the future.)
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- Part 1 of Foxlore
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“If you will grant me one vivid morning, I can chain it to me for fifty years.” — William Stafford, ‘Sounds of the Ax: Aphorisms and Poems’
You think that was the colour of his eyes. That forest green that only ever shows on young leaves in spring. If you close your eyes you may still glimpse it. But you do not want to, else you’re afraid you’ll fall asleep. And your dreams are only ever of his death, never of his living.
(The years will pass and you will forget, but the forest stays deep, and full of memories to keep.)
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- Part 2 of On your last breath
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“The next morning after she had gone, he lay there, wondering how much of himself was gone, too.” — Greg Sellers, ‘Notes from Neruda’s Ghost’
You dream of two foxes running along a riverbank, their tails entangled and merging. They snap and yip at each other, and their eyes never leave one another. They dance- their bodies meet and never leave, fur to fur, until their legs become one, their ears listen together, their eyes gleam in the same broad light. From the water emerges a rising sun. The river overflows and only one fox is left to run.
(You have never been good in goodbyes.)
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- Part 1 of On your last breath
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Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
10 Dec 2025
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This is for my one-shots, drabbles and other stories I don’t feel the need to post as separate works. Includes mostly canon/oc content.
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“Needle dark December smells. She walks with wonder everywhere.” — Muriel Rukeyser, ‘Christmas Eve’
Truthfully, he almost looks like he’s suppressing a giddy smile from crossing his lips, with limited success. You throw your leg over his, and he buries his face into your hair. He’s warm, threateningly so- perhaps even enough to snuff your last breath- but you can’t bring yourself to care.
(Gwylan nurses you back to health, as a snowstorm passes.)
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“Watch me shimmer (shimmer) / A projection of your mother (mother) / But don’t come cryin’ (cry) / I am nobody’s moral center (center)” — Florence + the Machine, ‘Dream Girl Evil’
As her pulse rings and she finds no spit left to swallow, she asks, as calmly as her voice will allow her, “What do you want?”
He smiles. The guards glance at him, then to her, then back to him, all in uneasy silence.
“I thought you might join me for a walk.”
She watches him. Waits for him to supply reason. He does not. “Why?” She asks, for him.
His smile twitches ever so slightly. “It’s a beautiful night.”
(A golden cometh pierces the sky, a family of traitors are burned, and Brynne Estridge wakes in her cell, no longer alone. The children echo her.)
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- Part 1 of The Silver Manacle and Other Stories
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Chaddick is saved from the wrath of the snake, the ignorance of the Lady of Lake and his own fated death, by the one he had thought his true enemy. Now blood is spilled, oaths are broken and Chaddick is left to pick up the pieces, staring at the corpse of his own making.
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