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This is a 21+ writing space built for slow, intentional, emotionally driven storytelling meant for people who love creating deeply, thoughtfully, and with purpose.

Writing is how I process. How I connect. How I make sense of the world.

This blog exists as a space where that kind of care, depth, and passion are not only welcomed but also cherished.

It is multiverse-friendly and crossover-welcoming, with long-form, paragraph-style prose that values emotion, narration, communication, and meaningful collaboration over speed or volume.

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reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

#I know who I am. I'm the dude playing a dude disguised as another dude; {Out Of Sahara}

⛵️ //for aj, from paloma ;)))

@perfectmetaphore / @pasthauntings asked:

😣 ( muldoon finding silver tho :' ) @pasthauntings ) Send 😣 for your muse to find my muse in pain

Silver noticed Muldoon before he could quite gather himself properly.

That alone irritated him. Not because Muldoon had done anything wrong, not because the man’s presence was especially unwelcome, but because there were certain indignities a man preferred to suffer without an audience. Pain was one of them. Pain made the body honest, and Silver had built a life on ensuring his body, his mouth, and his eyes never all confessed to the same crime at once.

His hand tightened against the nearest bit of wood, fingers curling hard enough for the grain to bite into his palm. For a moment, he kept his head bowed, breathing through his teeth as the phantom ache dragged itself through the place where his leg should have been. It was a ridiculous thing, really. A limb gone from him, yet somehow still capable of making demands.

Then he lifted his face and smiled.

Too bright. Too deliberate. The sort of smile that had survived locked rooms, bad bargains, knives in the dark, and men who mistook charm for softness.

“I’d say you’ve caught me at a bad time,” Silver said, voice light despite the sweat at his hairline, “but I’m beginning to suspect those are the only sort I have left.”

He shifted as though meaning to make himself more comfortable. The movement turned ugly halfway through, pain flashing sharp enough to steal the air from his lungs. His jaw clenched before he could stop it. His eyes dropped, just briefly, toward the absence of his leg, and something in his expression soured before he forced it smooth again.

“No need to look so grave,” he added, though the words came a little thinner now. “I’m still in possession of most of myself.” The joke did not land the way he wanted it to. It fell between them with all the grace of a dead bird.

Silver huffed a quiet breath, almost a laugh, almost not. His fingers flexed once against the wood, then tightened again as another wave of pain moved through him, slower this time, meaner for taking its time. He hated how it made him still. He hated stillness. Stillness gave people time to look closely.

And there was very little Silver feared more than being looked at too closely.

“I would make a better show of it,” he continued, forcing his mouth back into that familiar crooked shape, “but I’m afraid I’ve misplaced some of my usual balance.”

His eyes flicked up, quick and guarded, measuring the room, measuring Muldoon, measuring how much had already been seen and how much could still be salvaged. That was the trick, was it not? Not escaping pain. No man escaped pain. The trick was deciding what story the pain would tell before someone else told it for him.

Silver swallowed, throat working once.

“Though I’ll admit,” he said more quietly, the humor fraying at the edges, “the missing part is making a rather convincing argument for being remembered.”

His smile lingered another second, stubborn as a candle in wind, before it faltered.

Only slightly.

Only enough to betray him if one knew where to look.

#I can't help myself. I see an opportunity- I take it. It's a sickness; John Silver #John Silver - Muse #Black Sails - Fandom #The hardest battles came after the war. Neither man fought them alone; Silver & Muldoon #Silver x Muldoon - Pairing #I need attention. Can I have your attention? You've got questions? I need answers; Ask Meme Starter #Answered Ask -> Starter Thread #imsorrythistooksolong🫣#{Answered Ask Meme}#You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Sahara's Queue #i was so hesitant to post this because you are the silver god and i just am intimidated lmao

@ofinkandalibis asked:

From Monica to Chandler: ❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

Chandler leaned forward to accept the offered spoonful, giving it a look of exaggerated concentration before taking a bite.

"Hmm."

His face remained almost impossible to read.

"Hmm."

Another thoughtful nod followed.

"...Huh."

He glanced down at the spoon, then back toward her.

"Now I'm worried."

A hand lifted in a helpless little gesture.

"What if this is the best thing you've ever made? Because then every meal after this has impossible expectations." He sighed with theatrical defeat.

"I've somehow found a way to be anxious about your cooking." After another second of consideration, the corner of his mouth finally curled into a crooked smile.

"I'd tell you exactly what I think, but I don't actually know enough fancy cooking words." He lifted the spoon slightly. "So... really good. Like... I'd absolutely keep eating this if you didn't stop me."

#I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?; Chandler Bing #Chandler Bing - Muse #FRIENDS - Fandom #That's not true- I came with Monica and I am leaving with Weird Al!; Chandler & Monica #Chandler x Monica - Pairing #I need attention. Can I have your attention? You've got questions? I need answers; Ask Meme Starter #Answered Ask -> Starter Thread #imsorrythistooksolong🫣#{Answered Ask Meme}#You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Sahara's Queue #You made my day by sending something for him #like #I saw this and was like :') ;-; :DDD

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@practicalmcgic asked:

sender notices someone flirting with the receiver and immediately hates how much it bothers them. Lori for Shane

Shane barely spared the woman another glance before walking away from her. Whatever she'd been saying had stopped mattering the second he'd caught sight of Lori.

By the time he reached her, the tension was already written across his face.

"I wasn't flirtin' with her," he said flatly, the words leaving him before she'd even had a chance to speak. "She came over, she talked. That was it."

He let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand over the back of his neck before fixing Lori with a tired, searching look. "But you looked at me like I'd done somethin'."

His jaw tightened.

"If I'm wrong, fine." His voice dropped, rough around the edges. "But don't stand there lookin' at me like that, then expect me not to notice."

For a long moment he held her gaze before shaking his head.

"...Just tell me what the hell that was."

#Now if y'all want to live if you want to survive you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here right now; Shane Walsh #Shane Walsh - Muse #The Walking Dead - Fandom #You know I'm savage you're looking past it. I want that late night sweet magic that forever lasting love only if it's with you; Shane & Lor #Shane x Lori - Pairing #Knock knock? Who's there? A Reply! A Reply Who? A Reply For You; Reply #Replies #When I'm with anybody else It's so hard to be myself and only you can tell; Main Verse #Like almost end of s2??#practicalmcgic #practicalmcgic - Partner

musesforthedamned

Does having Wizarding World of Harry Potter muses actually keep some of y'all from interacting with me?

Yes

I still interact, but I keep my dash safe (Since SahSah tags HP posts)

Sah

Voting ended on1h

I’m actually curious because I had a bunch of HP muses for a while, got no interest, then had a new influx of followers who showed interest, so I’m re-adding the HP muses.

I do want to make it clear that I am anti-JKR, but I can distinguish the difference between the books combined with nostalgia and what she currently publicly states, which I do not agree with or condone.

I can see the distinction between being fascinated by media created by someone and still not supporting the author's views.

#{out of sahara}#The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reasons for existing. Never lose a holy curiosity; Sahar(a)'s Polls #Just curious #genuine question #You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Sah's Queue

Hayloo peoples! I am around for a short time and adding things to the queue...or spontaneously posting them because what is self-restraint?

How are we this ALMOST Friyay?

#{out of sahara}

Please don't take this the wrong way, I don't think you're a bad person, but speaking as a trans person myself, it hurts to see people still holding onto nostalgia and keeping alive the works of such an incredibly harmful person. She's stated that she sees any support of her works as an endorsement of her words, and to me, anyone who can look past that, just for nostalgia, doesn't feel like a safe person. I used to love her works, too, I even RPed it heavily myself, and had my own OC that I still love to this day. But with the way she views trans people, and the way she views supporting her works, it just doesn't sit right with me. Again, I don't think you're a bad person, I just wanted to put my feelings out there, as someone who is directly affected by this, so I hope you'll understand.

Thank you for sharing this with me so openly and respectfully; I really appreciate your honesty.

I understand why you feel this way, and I don’t take it personally. Given everything J.K. Rowling has said, it makes sense that some people can’t engage with Harry Potter anymore or feel uncomfortable around those who do. Those feelings are valid, and I respect them.

For me, my connection to the series is separate from its author. The books meant a lot to me growing up, long before I knew anything about her views. I don’t support or agree with what she’s said, and I firmly believe trans people deserve dignity, respect, and the right to exist as themselves.

Where we differ is that I don’t see my appreciation for the story as an endorsement of its creator. I understand that you see it differently, and I respect that.

I would never expect anyone to engage with something that causes them pain. At the same time, I hope my choice to hold on to something meaningful from my past can be understood as just that: holding on to the stories, not the person behind them.

Thank you again for being honest with me. Even if we don’t agree, I’m glad you felt comfortable sharing, and I truly wish you kindness and safety.

#{Out of Sahara}#{Sahara clears out her askbox}#You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Sahara's Queue #I know who I am. I'm the dude playing a dude disguised as another dude; {Out Of Sahara}#Anonymous #Thank you for sharing and I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable #That's why I TW my HP posts #but that by no means you need to keep your dash unsafe #I just have to say- kudos for speaking up #Very brave to lay it out there #<3

@thedoctornumber11 asked:

"I love to take a risk." Yelena

"You British."

Yelena lets out a long, long-suffering sigh, folding her arms across her chest as she studies him like a particularly fascinating medical anomaly.

"Everything is tea, running, or almost dying."

Her head tilts.

"I miss spies. Spies were predictable."

The words are delivered with complete sincerity, which somehow makes them funnier.

"You take risks." She gestures vaguely in his direction. "I eliminate variables." Her shoulders rise in a small shrug. "Together, I suppose we accidentally become a plan."

For a moment she simply looks at him. Then, despite herself, the corner of her mouth curls upward.

"Good."

She slides another magazine into place with an easy, practiced click. "I was beginning to worry I was the only terrible influence here." Her eyes meet his, bright with reluctant amusement.

"For once..." she says, giving him an exaggerated once-over, "I might actually have competition."

#Well I doubt that the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight; Yelena Belova #Yelena Belova - Muse #Marvel - Fandom #You talk too much. And somehow- it makes me want to hear the next stupid thing out of your mouth. That's dangerous; Yelena & The Doctor #Yelena x The Doctor - Pairing #I need attention. Can I have your attention? You've got questions? I need answers; Ask Meme Starter #Answered Ask -> Starter Thread #imsorrythistooksolong🫣#{Answered Ask Meme}#Different worlds collided and somehow the story became stronger for it; Crossover Verse #thedoctornumber11 #You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Sahara's Queue

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Muse Activity Key: ♥ - Primary ★ - Secondary ▽ - By Request/Tertiary

Tristan Laughton Payne ♥ (Charlie Hunnam - Federal Agent) Remy Agustus Payne ♥ (Charlie Hunnam - Repo/Mercenary) Orion Marcus Hastings ♥ (Jensen Ackles - Mobster) Cooper Thomas Wilson ★ (Jared Padalecki - Lawyer) Cameron Bates Piney ♥ (Jon Bernthal - Detective) Charles Andrew Moore ★ (Henry Cavill - Mutant - Agent) Andrew Matthew Joseph ♥ (Bradley Cooper - Army Ranger) Rowan Kade O'Rourke ♥ (Pablo Schreiber - NFL Quarterback) Agent Naina Verma ★ (Kajol - CIA Intelligence) Alyssa Max Chestnut ★ (Olivia Wilde - Veterinary) Blaze Alistar Cassiuss ★ (Jeffery Dean Morgan - Mercenary) Adrian Beau Abel ★ (Pedro Pascal - Coder) Dominic Carter Beckett ★ (Jessie Williams - Top Gun - SEAL) Oliver James Henderson ★ (John Krasinski - Mechanic) Riley Matthew Mann ♥ (Robert Pattison - Writer) Andrea Lipton Field ★ (Katherine Langford - Bartender) Anisa Emily Kripke ♥ (Kaya Scodelario - Psych Resident) Zachary Vincent Dresden ★ (Jacob Elordi - College Student) Angelina Beth Savage ♥ (Rooney Mara - Journalist) Maxine Sabrina Harris ★ (Kristen Stewart - Nursing Student) Raziel - The Fallen Angel ★ (Kit Harrington - Fallen Angel) Silas Adryan Zander ★ (Andy Biersack - Mutant - Siren) Alec Richard Murdoch ★ (Miles Teller - Firefighter) Nicholas Jacob Andrews ★ (Zac Efron - Oncologist) Alastair Caelan MacLeod ★ (Jason Momoa - Lycan) Ruby the Rambunctious ♥ (Blake Lively - Valkyrie) Caine Andreas Wise ★ (Channing Tatum - Mutant - Agent) James Taylor “JT” Slade ★ (Christian Kane - Mutant - Agent) Marcel Kris Aleksandrov ★ (Michiel Huisman - Vampire) Harry Chase Crawford ★ (Michael B. Jordan - Musician) Emmett Ned Dracos ★ (Ryan Gosling - EMT) Phoenix Neil Konnor ♥ (Michelle Marone - Mob Boss) Dalton Corey McKay ★ (Sam Worthington - Mechanic) Wilson Wren Wolff ★ (Can Yaman - Firefighter) Julian Elias Mercer ★ (Cody Fern - Hockey Player - Left Wing) Celine Mary Ardent ★ (Anna Taylor-Joy - Cultist) Reid Alexander Dalton ★ (Glenn Powell - Teacher/Former Air-Force) Neil Donovan Hayes ♥ (Luke Grimes - NFL Center) Connor Elias Graves ♥ (Elliot Knight - NFL Full Back/Tight End ) Caleb Rhett Hollis ♥ (Barry Salone - NFL Kicker) Christian Harris Terevossa ♥ (Ebon Moss-Bachrach - NFL Left Tackle) Darius Rook Calloway ★ (Idris Elba - Archaeologist) Adrian Vale Mercer ♥ (Ed Quinn - CEO/Partner/Attorney) Callum Alistair Vale ★ (Gerard Butler - Architect) Cassian [Redacted] Evergreen ★ (Pablo Schreiber - Mutant) Dante Valentino Di Fiore ★ (Jason Momoa - Incubus) Nolan Briar Locke ★ (Sam Worthington - Former Tracker/Wildlife Officer | Currently Escaped Fugitive)

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Hi. I’m Sahar(a) - 30+ | CST.

This is a 21+ space for slow, thoughtful storytelling.

I write long-form, emotionally grounded prose and care deeply about character voice, growth, and the quiet moments that make a dynamic feel real.

You’ll find canon and original muses across: A multitude of fandoms - varying from media, from films, TV shows, literature, video games, mythology, and fandomless worlds.

OCs are a big part of this blog; layered, plot-focused, and built for long-term development. I value communication, collaborative plotting, and threads that feel mutual instead of rushed. Ask memes are always open invitations, not obligations.

If you’ve been looking for a writing partner who wants to build something steady, intentional, and character-driven...

You’re welcome here. Let’s create something meaningful together.

Also found over at: @pandorawakens - Avatar MultiMuse RP Blog @whereoceansburn - James Flint RP Blog @independentxbarbie - Barbie Single RP Blog @horrorforthedamned - Horror MultiMuse RP Blog @sinnersforthedamned - Smut MultiMuse RP Blog @iceandfireforthedamned - ASoIaF Multimuse RP Blog

musesforthedamned

Does having Wizarding World of Harry Potter muses actually keep some of y'all from interacting with me?

Yes

I still interact, but I keep my dash safe (Since SahSah tags HP posts)

Sah

Voting ended on1h

I’m actually curious because I had a bunch of HP muses for a while, got no interest, then had a new influx of followers who showed interest, so I’m re-adding the HP muses.

I can see the distinction between being fascinated by media created by someone and still not supporting the author's views.

musesforthedamned

Does having Wizarding World of Harry Potter muses actually keep some of y'all from interacting with me?

Yes

I still interact, but I keep my dash safe (Since SahSah tags HP posts)

Sah

Voting ended on1h

I’m actually curious because I had a bunch of HP muses for a while, got no interest, then had a new influx of followers who showed interest, so I’m re-adding the HP muses.

I can see the distinction between being fascinated by media created by someone and still not supporting the author's views.

#{out of sahara}#The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reasons for existing. Never lose a holy curiosity; Sahar(a)'s Polls #Just curious #genuine question

etherealxmuses

He had been wounded before—not by tooth or claw, but by a familiar he had once trusted. The hurt had settled deep enough to turn into distrust, making him wary of any familiar who came near him, and especially near his girls.

Asteria understood that she would have to tread carefully.

“Come on,” Ariana called brightly. “Papa’s stew is really good.”

“The bread is dangerous,” Esme added from behind them, nodding with great seriousness.

Ariana held the door open, and Asteria stepped inside with quiet grace. The rich scent of stew greeted her at once, making her lift her nose as her fluffy tail swayed gently behind her.

Ariana reached down to stroke her back. Asteria arched into the touch, then, when the girl settled onto the floor beside her, leaned forward and licked her cheek.

Ariana burst into giggles as Asteria covered her face in eager little licks. Esme soon joined her when the fox turned and did the same to her.

“You’re so soft!” Esme laughed, running her fingers through Asteria’s dark fur. Then she spotted the silver shimmer scattered across it and gasped. “Papa, look! She has starlight in her fur! She does, doesn’t she?”

Her small fingers traced the glowing flecks while Asteria returned to smothering Ariana with kisses, drawing another delighted squeal from her.

Then Asteria paused.

She sniffed Ariana carefully from head to toe, her ears twitching with curiosity.

Your magic is loud, isn’t it? she murmured.

Ariana only giggled and squirmed beneath her nose.

Asteria turned to Esme next, circling her once before sniffing her just as thoroughly.

And yours is quiet, she said, but very strong.

Both girls wriggled and laughed at the attention. At last, they each leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Asteria’s nose.

Her fluffy tail began to wag softly behind her.

After dinner, Remy’s expression hardened.

“All right,” he said firmly. “Now you leave.”

He crossed the room, opened the back door, and gestured toward the darkness beyond it.

“But, Papa!” Ariana cried.

“Can’t she stay?” Esme pleaded, wrapping both arms around one of his legs.

“No,” Remy said, though his sigh betrayed the weariness beneath his sternness. He pointed outside once more. “She cannot stay. Go. Now.”

Asteria did not want to leave, but she knew this moment had to be handled with care.

So she lowered her head and stepped through the open door.

Behind her, the twins began to cry, pleading with their father to let her stay. Their voices followed her into the night until the door closed with a heavy thud.

Asteria paused and looked back.

For one brief moment, her gaze met Remy’s through the glass.

Then she turned away and continued down the path, passing through the garden gate just before it swung shut behind her.

Asteria turned back toward the house and settled beside the gate to wait.

Even as the night deepened and the cold crept through her fur, she did not move. She simply curled into herself, tucking her nose beneath her fluffy tail to keep warm.

She could not bring herself to leave.

The bond between her and the twins and Remy pulled gently at her heart, certain and unbreakable. Whatever Remy believed, Asteria knew the truth.

She was exactly where she belonged.

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Remy kept his hand against the door long after it had closed, his palm flat to the wood as though he could hold the whole world outside by sheer stubbornness alone. The kitchen behind him was still warm, still smelling of stew and herbs and bread that had absolutely not broken the spoon, no matter what Esme had muttered under her breath. The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing amber light across the table, the repaired crockery, the girls’ abandoned bowls, the little place beside the chair where Asteria had sat with starlight caught in her dark fur. Remy stared at the door and told himself, firmly, viciously, sensibly, that he had done the right thing.

One meal. That was all. That was more than enough. You let her inside. You let her near them. You let her make them laugh. You let her lick their faces like she had any right to be soft with them. His fingers tightened against the wood. Outside, he could hear the faintest brush of small paws retreating across the path. Worse than that, he could feel them. Each little step tugged at something beneath his ribs, thin as a thread and bright as a nerve. No. No, absolutely not. You are not doing this again. You are not feeling another familiar leave this house. You are not standing in another kitchen pretending your chest has not been split open because something small and lovely decided not to stay.

Behind him, Ariana’s first sob broke a glass.

The sound snapped through the kitchen like a spell gone wrong. Remy spun so fast his shoulder struck the doorframe, but he barely felt it. Ariana stood beside the table with her hands clenched into trembling fists, tears spilling down her cheeks, thin sparks of gold snapping and spitting around her fingers. Esme had both arms wrapped around one of Remy’s legs, though her face had turned toward the door, eyes wide and wet and terribly knowing. “You sent her away,” Ariana cried, her voice breaking on the accusation. Remy crossed the room before the last shard hit the floor, instinct dragging him faster than thought.

Blood? No blood. Check her hands. Check her feet. Glass everywhere, damn it, stupid, should have cleared the table first, should have kept her away from it, should have known she would flare. He dropped to one knee in front of Ariana and caught her wrists gently before she could rub at her eyes with magic still sparking across her knuckles. “I sent her home,” he said, though the words already tasted weak.

“She was home!” Ariana shouted.

The words struck harder than the glass had. Remy’s breath caught, because for one ugly second he saw another kitchen, another door, another absence made permanent by someone who had once belonged. “No, love,” he said carefully, forcing his voice into something low and steady even as his pulse battered against his throat. “She lives in the forest.” Ariana shook her head so hard her curls bounced against her wet cheeks. “She stayed with us.” “For dinner.” “She likes us.” “You knew her for an hour.” Ariana’s face crumpled as if he had said something unforgivably cruel. “That is enough.”

Another sob tore out of her, and every candle in the kitchen went dark at once. The room plunged into firelight and shadow. Heat rolled from Ariana’s skin, fierce and sudden, and Remy cupped her face between both hands before panic could seize full control of him. “Ari. Look at me. Look at Papa.” Her pupils shone gold, bright enough that his stomach turned over. Too hot. Too fast. She is surging. Breathe. Get her to breathe. Do not frighten her. Do not let her see you frightened. She will feed off it. She always does.

“Papa,” Esme whispered, still clinging to his leg. Her voice had gone small, but not childish. That was what made Remy glance at her despite the heat pouring off Ariana. Esme’s gaze had gone distant, fixed not on her sister, not on the glass, but on some invisible line cutting through the room toward the door. “Not now, sweetheart,” he said, already searching Ariana’s magic, already moving through the familiar checklist in his head. Fever. Curse. External influence. Emotional surge. Ward reaction. Poison. Possession. Not possession. Do not even think that word. She is seven. She is upset. That is all. She is upset because you sent away the fox with stars in her fur and apparently tonight the universe has decided to become deeply theatrical. Esme tightened her hold on him. “She is trying to find her.”

Remy’s jaw locked. “No. She is upset.” “She is upset because you sent Asteria away.” “Ariana has been upset before.” “She did not know what a familiar was before.” The word landed like a blade slid neatly between ribs. Remy’s magic flared before he could stop it. The markings carved into the windowsills blazed gold, the cupboards rattled, and the shadows beneath the table shrank back from him as if afraid to be noticed. Ariana whimpered, and Remy immediately hated himself for it.

No. Not at them. Never at them. Pull it back. Pull it back before you become the thing you keep warding the house against. He forced the magic down until it burned under his skin. “Do not call her that,” he said, the words rougher than he meant them to be.

Esme released his leg. She took one small step back, her expression shifting into that solemn stillness that always made him feel as if the world had leaned too close. She had Kate’s quiet when she was thinking, but none of Kate’s sharpness. That made it worse. That made it holy and unbearable. “She is ours,” Esme said. Remy’s throat tightened. “No one is anyone’s.” “She chose us.” “You do not know what she chose.” “She came when we were scared.” Ariana sniffled hard and nodded, golden sparks still snapping around her fingers.

“She made the stars on the ground because I wanted Papa.” Her lip trembled. “I wanted you, and she helped.” Remy looked between them, and guilt tried to crawl up the inside of his chest like ivy. She helped them. She brought them home. She did not lure them. She did not cross the wards. She did not ask for anything. That is how it starts, though, is it not? With helping. With staying. With warmth. With a creature making herself necessary until you cannot remember how the house sounded without her.

Ariana’s skin burned hotter beneath his palms. The magic inside her was still surging, but beneath the heat was something colder, something that stretched through her and beyond the walls. Remy felt it before he understood what he was doing. He followed it instinctively, his own magic hooking into the golden thread around Ariana’s heart. For one disorienting instant, the kitchen vanished. He felt damp earth beneath a body that was not his, frozen grass pressed against small ribs, cold creeping through black fur and settling into narrow limbs.

A fluffy tail curled around a little face, trying to hold in what warmth remained. The sensation hit him so intimately, so bodily, that he recoiled. His hands slipped from Ariana’s cheeks. The cold stayed. It began in his fingertips, travelled through his wrists, and sank into the old hollow beneath his ribs where Kate’s bond had once lived. His breath caught hard enough to hurt. No. No, no, no. Not this. Not again. Not another body in mine. Not another ache that is not mine becoming my responsibility. Not another familiar making pain into a key and expecting me to open.

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