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Help Gigi Recover from Hurricane Ida, organized by Gigi Dutreix

    (Credit to our neighbor for the first two photos)     (Credit to news… Gigi Dutreix needs your support for Help Gigi Recover

Hey y'all, my friend @gigidutreix and their family have been hit hard by Hurricane Ida. They've set up a GoFundMe to help with immediate recovery, and if you've got something to spare it'd be an enormous help.

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Honestly, I’m just apprehensive that Lucien can now speak through Caleb and Beau like he can with his party.

OOF

Things are just a little bit more personal now.

okay but beau who has already been literally dragged kicking and screaming into a religious institution before without her consent, whose love interest has DIRECT and PERSONAL experience with mind control at the hands of a fanatical religious cult…

and caleb whose first question on finding the eye is ‘what does it feel like’, whose hands immediately go to the scars on his arms, who has twice been forced to use fire on the people he loves, who is no stranger to mind control whether magical or mundane…

both of them who are so burningly curious, so achingly intelligent, caleb so brilliantly ambitious, beau so sharply astute, each of them at the forefront of piecing together this mystery, library buddies from the very beginning, reading a book that so directly violates them while they sleep…

fuck

The Walk

“It’s time to go…”

“I don’t want to.”

Resolute. Mastering whatever bravery he has left facing the great unknown.

He’s suddenly very small my friend, terrified.

That’s odd. He’s never been afraid till now. What a great mystery he is.

“You know we must walk beyond.”

The soul shifts, shimmers. I feel it, he wants to fight me, to reclaim what’s his.

“You are not winning this fight.”

One has to warn.

“I want to…I-” he stammers, trying to acknowledge what he has lost.

“I know…it hurts at first but it will get better. I promise.”

“I don’t want to go.”

I should be angry with him. It was another soul that should have crossed today. But he always had a knack of foiling my plans, this man who was my shadow.

“It will be quite alright my friend. We’ll walk together. I’ll stay with you.”

I owe him that much. It is a terrible thing, for one to meet me so young. He’s been seeing me over and over again, ever since he was a child.

After all, it’s fair. A soul for a soul.

He looks at me. Looks back at the inferno he left behind. The empty building beyond.

He smiles.

We walk.

Stating the new year with angst (Also wanted to paint skulls heh) 

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