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duty | without mercy a collection of stories about people that wanted more and the magic that none of them deserved.

Gideon watched Carson move around the kitchen, raising his eyebrows at the  ingredients he lined up on the counter. He appreciated the quiet that came with Carson. Even when it came with tension, it carried the same poise his words did when he chose to share them, right down to the way he always lifted his chin and stilled his hands when he spoke.

Carson caught him staring but said nothing, only held his gaze while he reached for a knife. He handled the blade with more experience than a probably-twenty-something should have.

He’s young, Gideon thought to himself and he pursed his lips when he looked away. He’d been Carson’s age when he caught Elias’ attention for the first time. Not that he’d been anything like Carson—he shivered at the recklessness he’d carried with him through at the start of his university career. Then he shivered again at the thought of Elias.

“Are you cold?”

Gideon turned and flashed a smile. “Not at all,” he said. “Would you like help?”

Carson’s chopping slowed to a halt and his eyebrows lifted. He looked up. “You don’t cook,” he said.

“I’m really good with knives though.”

"You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star."

forged in pain, carved in stone