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    “Sorry, Yoshiki,” Hikaru groans as tears come out of one eye and more of him comes out of the other. “Ughh, I don’t – ”

    Yoshiki can see how hard he’s trying to calm himself down, but it just isn’t working.

    “It’s ok,” Yoshiki says, quiet. “It’s ok. Instead of shovin’ it back inside completely, can you try just...lettin’ it out? Just a little bit?”

    He has no clue how any of this works, but maybe a half-measure is better than trying to force it all at once.

    “Okay,” Hikaru says, but it sounds like a sob. More of the unknowable, incomprehensible swirl leaks out into the dark room.

    “Yoshiki – shit – ‘m sorry but can I…” Hikaru’s face – what’s visible behind the bloom of him – twists in a small kind of agony. “Can I touch you? Not much. Just – ”

    It's been years since Hikaru first took the body of Yoshiki's dead best friend. Despite everything - every horror and hurt - they managed to find a home in each other. Not quite friends or family. More and not. What they have is complicated, but precious.

    But when Yoshiki escapes their small town – to college, to Tokyo – Hikaru follows. And things start to change for them both.

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    04 Nov 2025

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    “Hey,” Livio began, “were you in love with Vash?”

    “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵—” Wolfwood hacked loudly, sputtering and coughing as he yanked his cigarette out and stared wide-eyed, spooked like a thoma. “Who the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 starts a conversation like that?"

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    Five years after Wolfwood's death, he crawls back out of his own grave. Somehow, tracking down Vash to give him the news becomes the most difficult part in all this.

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    18 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 26

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    “Are you drunk?” Vash asks, eyes caught on the blurry moon.

    “Nah,” Wolfwood says. Vash doesn’t know whether or not to believe him. “What were ya lookin’ at? Geranium?”

    “Huh?” Vash is somehow turned towards Wolfwood again. At his wet lips around the crumpled cigarette. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, so the scruff around his jaw is a little shaggier than usual. He’s growing a bit of a mustache, too, a soft curl over his upper lip.

    Wolfwood points his cigarette towards the sky, casting trails of smoke through the air.

    “Our constellation. Don’t tell me ya forgot.”

    Vash knows he's a dark mark on humanity's timeline. Wolfwood keeps making him forget.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    “Achilles, you know I love you entirely,” I say. “You know nothing could ever, in all the world, change the depth of my feelings for you.”

    I hear the huff of his breath, the beginnings of relief. Something in his face cracks, goes soft, and I know in a moment he will step forward and kiss me, and it will be so much harder to say the next thing once that has happened.

    And so I shift back, take a step away from him, and force the next words out, even though to shatter his hopeful expectations will bring me more pain than even the thought of Briseis in Agamemnon’s hands— “but I cannot stay while you persist in this.”

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    Patroclus makes a different choice, and it changes everything.

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    After his death, Achilles finds himself in the underworld. Prepared to face his judgement and eternity, he marches into hell, only to learn that Patroclus never arrived. He sets up vigil outside the gates, and waits.

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    'Where is he?’ he demanded, his voice breaking against the colossal thrones like a wooden spear against the walls of Troy. The crowd stirred over his shoulder, whispers amongst ghosts, but Achilles paid them no mind.

    ‘And who do you speak of?’ asked Minos, the barbs of his lashing tongue catching Achilles’s skin, tearing what little remained unmarked. He turned his attention to the last of the judges, and spoke solely to Rhadamanthus.

    ‘Patroclus.’

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    20 Jan 2026