the eighth stricture

Spent my late winter obsessed with this band of fools.

threw colors on my warmup but now im tired. stupittttttt

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explicit; daud/martin; high overseer martin au

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” “Stars, no, that would be a waste,” Martin shook his head, disgusted at the idea. He unbolted the cage door and stepped within, his eyes fixed on Daud. “I’m going to break you.” In a Dunwall where Corvo Attano died at Coldridge, Daud finds himself captive to Teague Martin. What begins as an attempt to tame a killer twists slowly into something stranger – a volatile bond of control, dependence, political ambition, mutual obsession, and the threat of Void-born horror.