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It had been a simple idea, in theory, to split up into groups of five based on random draws from a hat and scatter to the winds for a month, with one lucky group staying behind to comb the very lands that had spit them out twice now. Each group had a path, a plan, a purpose. There was information to gather, magics to trace, and, if they were lucky, some more parties to track down. Once Arthur felt assured that there would be no murders or otherwise unscripted deaths, tickets were booked, hotel rooms and rental houses were scheduled, bags were packed and repacked, goodbyes were said, and missions were underway.
Inspired by this post over on tumblr.
Shoutout to WeCouldPretend/knight-of-the-kitchen for letting me use their idea as a springboard.
*This story is abandoned.*
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27 Jul 2020
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The Weight of Things Unsaid, Undone by CharonsBudgetPsychopomp
Fandoms: Arthurian Mythology
09 Apr 2020
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Mordred and Galahad help as many people as they can ready for the sudden influx of winter. The storm outside is raging, but it's nothing compared to the weight on Kai's soul. Bedivere helps Kai weather the internal storm.
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- Part 9 of The Stories We Tell
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06 Jul 2020
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It feels like love. It feels like dependency and freedom. It is terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Paul 'Jesus' Rovia and Daryl Dixon share a passionate moment, but that pesky old, heartbreaking reality keeps getting in the way.
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25 Apr 2020
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Daryl glared at Rick, pointing to his neck.
A game of charades began.
"Something's wrong with your throat?"
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23 Mar 2020
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"I remember everything!" he snarls, loud enough to make her flinch. "How you move— the way you breathe—" His words hitch on a strangled half-sob; he stares at her like a man caught in a waking dream as he skims the line of her jaw with his knuckles, stopping to touch the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip. "How your eyes met mine in the starlight," he continues through a broken, haunted rasp of a voice, "and I felt like the look on your face."
Or: What is alive must heal. What cannot heal must endure.
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- Part 2 of Sword of the Jedi
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14 Dec 2019