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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fallen Hero Series - Malin Rydén Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Herald/Sidestep (Fallen Hero), Herald & Sidestep (Fallen Hero) Characters: Herald (Fallen Hero), Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Years Later, Nostalgia, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied Relationships, Male Sidestep (Fallen Hero), Unnamed Sidestep (Fallen Hero), Whump, Bittersweet Summary:

falling back onto my seph-hermes habits (likely place for me to be frankly) for @chrysanthemumgames 's 6th anniversary, went back and forth trying to figure the what, and rifling through various fine art references. i settled on klimt's the kiss, which is the very obvious inspiration!

was thinking about doing something big and blowout-y for only the release, and leaving the anniversary, since i feel like i'm all over the place right now. buuuut i realised this will very likely be the last 'foa anniversary' while a book is still being written, i am very wistful and bittersweet about it all. in the end, i wound up opening a document and thinking, 'no, i've got to do something!'

Today is, in fact, the 6th anniversary of me starting FoA, and I don't have anything for it except to say that I'm still making my way through writing the epilogue of BotL.

tense negotiations part 2 a different angle

So here are my sidestep’s answering machine messages:

Richard: “This is Richard. I didn’t answer for a reason. Don’t leave a message. I’ll call you back when I see I missed your call,”

Lydia: “You’ve reached Lydia, if this is ricardo, no I don’t know where you left your denture cream. Everyone else, please leave a message and I’ll be sure to get back to you at my earliest convenience,”

Rohid: The faint shuffling of clothing and muffled sounds of “…is it on? Is….does that mean it’s recording now?… Wei, come help me with **BEEP**,”

Henrietta: “Fuck off,” followed by *The Subscriber of this account has a voice mail box that has not been set up yet*

Thank you!

I went with Kisses 2: Hand kisses!

And since you've left it to me, I went with Chen and Rohid!

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Their knuckles were bleeding.

The thought drifted in and out of their mind like a cork down a lazy river in the heat of autumn.

Rohid could vaguely remember that they'd punched something--not someone, thankfully--but they would damned if they could parse what. Never mind why.

Chen was there, in their apartment, voice steady and smooth. A pleasant tide to sink into if they chose to. He pressed an alcohol pad to the cuts and Rohid shifted into the sting, trying to force it to ground them.

"Thank you," their own voice sounded distant, clogged with cotton fog. Stronger than normal. They must have really been out of it.

Chen's shoulders heaved as he placed the soiled wipe beside them both on the coffee table. "You wanna talk about it?" and oh. That feeling was Chen's fingers stroking over the back of their hands. Raising them up to his mouth so he could press a feather light kiss to the backs of each.

Rohid felt their stomach twist. "I...don't really remember what I hit," it was an easy admission--it barely got a blink out of Chen, who really should know better by now than to ask questions like that.

"The ground." without a hint of judgment in his voice. Not at the moment. The comments and criticisms could come later; in the here and happening, Chen's words dripped with concern. Consideration. "You were punching the ground," His lips touched another unbloodied spot on the back of their hand.

"I," Rohid has to cough to keep their throat from closing over, but already they could feel their voice failing them. Calcifying. Going nail file rough and fever thin. "Think I thought I was falling into it,"

Chen's hands went just a bit tighter, squeezing in reassurance. "I see," a third--rapidly becoming a little more addictive than Rohid was comfortable with acknowledging--a third set of kisses was delivered onto their skin. "I've got you, now,"