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Chapter 40: You Make Me Wanna
Come Thru; Summer Walker, Usher Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Everything was going a little better. Ezio still occasionally had to endure a nasty migraine for a few days, the whispering was still there off and on, but he could think, and, thanks to the necklace Cassandra had left him, he could sleep, too. The effects would wear off sooner or later, he should think, when what magic she’d incidentally imparted to it faded, but he’d worry about it then. Maybe he’d trade her necklaces, give her this one and one of his own in exchange for one of hers. It was all only until they had all moved…
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Chapter 39: Realms
Realms; Hinkik, A Himitsu Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Every so often, the whispering got a little louder. Ezio mostly tried to ignore it, because focusing on it wouldn’t get him anywhere, to be sure. All thinking about it was doing was making him paranoid. He stood in the kitchen, watching the teapot do its thing, listening to the sound of the birds chirping, the voices from downstairs, car horns honking in the distance. Ezio hadn’t been very fond of the city, when he’d first come here, but it had grown on him over time. Now, he imagined living anywhere else would prove to be too quiet for him.…
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Chapter 38: Black Stars and Endless Seas
Cosmos, t.A.T.u. Previous | Chapter Listing | Next “There’s some magic residue in there that I can’t figure out what is,” Drake said, shuffling around the other side and sitting down. “I didn’t mess with it too much, I’d rather not cause more damage on accident.” Morgyn looked down at Ezio. He was still too quiet, and hadn’t moved the entire time he was there, either. It was unnerving, but then, things like this happened from time to time. Morgyn would say that one got used to it, but maybe it was something that no one ever really got used to. They’d been trying to figure out what had happened…
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Chapter 37: I’m No Good at Healing
The Temple, Three Laws Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day… Lilith had no idea why that song was stuck in her head. She didn’t remember hearing all of it before, either, which meant that was the only line in her head, and it was annoyingly repetitive. This could’ve been solved quite easily if she’d thought to bring her earbuds. As it was, between the hustle and bustle of a hospital, the scent of blood, death, and disease, the weird tension and not-tension, and the song in her head, it was hard to concentrate on…
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Chapter 36: You’ve Got a Nightmare
First of the Year (Equinox), Skrillex Previous | Chapter Listing | Next “I swear I’ve said it before,” Morgyn grumbled, “but I am not glass.” “I know you’re not,” Ezio answered, opening Morgyn’s hand and putting a bottle of spring water in it. “But you might just be dehydrated, which isn’t a good thing. You know you can only live for about three days without water, idiot.” The look on Morgyn’s face implied that Morgyn neither knew that before, nor cared much. The blond thankfully didn’t argue any more, and unscrewed the cap, taking a drink instead. Sometimes, Morgyn was like an overgrown child. It’d sure be nice to be…
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Chapter 35: Tell Me I’m the One
Siren Song, Three Laws Previous | Chapter Listing | Next “Careful,” Caleb warned, eyebrows furrowing together. Morgyn just gave him an exasperated look, sitting up and taking the glass of tea. “I’m not glass suddenly,” Morgyn grumbled into the cup. Caleb released a quiet sigh. He knew that, really he did. Morgyn just worried him, a lot. For some reason, it just felt like there was something seriously wrong, some great reason to be so concerned. Ezio seemed to sense it, too, judging by how he acted, but mysteriously, the spellcaster wasn’t sharing what he felt. Caleb liked Ezio well enough. He was generally very kind, and well-meaning, and he…
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Chapter 34: Crann Na Beatha
Crann Na Beatha, Adrian Von Ziegler Previous | Chapter Listing | Next This was getting irritating. He was getting steadily worse, the more days went by. The worse he got, the harder it would be to fix it. Every time Lilith tried getting closer to the Charms, tried to right what had turned out so wrong, something or another got in the way. As it was, she’d been living in this tree outside their manor for the last week or something, and it was getting grating on a level Lilith had no words for. Okay, she had a few words for it. None of them were terribly kind words. In…
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Chapter 33: Everything That You Fear
Prayer, Disturbed Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Despite following him for several days now, Markus hadn’t done anything particularly incriminating. Lilith had been tailing him off and on with the hope that sooner or later, he’d tell her exactly what he was doing here, and what it was that Miss Hell had sent him here for (Lilith wasn’t stupid enough to think this had nothing to do with Miss Hell). Lilith’s reasons for disliking Miss Hell and wanting to rip her apart were quite simple; Miss Hell turned Caleb. Caleb didn’t take it well. That meant, more or less, Miss Hell had hurt Caleb. And that just didn’t fly…
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Chapter 32: Forget Your Running
Infra-Red, Placebo Previous | Chapter Listing | Next He had no idea what he was going to do. Ezio settled down on the floor beside the bed, one arm resting on it, watching Morgyn sleep. Mayor moved over and laid down on one of his ankles, and together they stood watch over the blond idiot that had no idea everything had just irrevocably changed. His hand moved, gently running Ezio’s fingers through Morgyn’s hair. After a moment, his fingers began to loose sparkles of golden magic, weaving spells into the blond strands. Ezio hadn’t used defensive magic in so long, he almost didn’t recognise what it felt like. He had…
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Chapter 31: More Time to Never Understand
Between Two Points, The Glitch Mob ft. Swan Previous | Chapter Listing | Next It smelled like Morgyn in his room. That made sense. It wasn’t like Morgyn hadn’t been sleeping in his room for the last few days, but it still somehow caught him by surprise, and Ezio ended up moving back out into the living room. He couldn’t deal with the scent right now. He still didn’t know what he felt. Was he angry? Maybe he was. Maybe Morgyn was right, and Ezio was just holding onto things that he shouldn’t be holding onto, letting things hurt him that he shouldn’t be letting hurt him. Ezio liked to…