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A/N: In which i give them the unhealthy relationship they deserve <3 Love these babies. Hi @pissy-victorian-vampire, I’m your secret santa! you said angst of any sort soooo…

Summary:

Keefe leans forward, places his hands on either side of Tam’s legs and presses their lips together, quick, warm. “I’m sorry about that.” He’s not.

“You’re not,” Tam says.

TW: kissing? there’s a brief mention of physical violence. also, death mention. and mental illness.

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“It burns you sometimes, doesn’t it?” Keefe twists his paper napkin so tightly it rips, shreds of the stained white scattering over his black pants. “The memory, I mean.”

He doesn’t have to ask what he means. “Like lemon juice. Like saltwater.”

Keefe’s fingers trace the grainy wood of the restaurant table with difficulty, the surface probably still sticky from the syrup-soaked pancakes he’d finished less than five minutes previously. “Like echoes?”

Tam stays silent. His hands are at his sides: he’s never liked the cheap fast food places, preferring the clean-cut elegance of his own kitchen over screaming children and food he can’t trust. More than that, it’s the effect of it all: the bright lights in his eyes, the under-flavored over-sugared food, the lack of privacy, the smack of chewing gum coupled with the constant thrumming of the kitchen fridge, the tacky orange booth seats that stick to his skin.

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Cozy reading

Higher quality png cause compression sucks:

trust me–i’ve been on the lookout for a sturdy cane sword for years that would be practical for use and everytime i could feel it struggling under pressure.

it makes it relatively unreliable as a cane for the majority of people who use canes…. however! there is a neat alternative!

you can instead opt for a trusty knife hidden in the top of the cane, therefore making the rest of the cane sturdier to use, and, additionally, less likely to be checked when passing security. another fantastic cane that a friend of mine has actually unscrews the handle to reveal a tiny compartment that fits a small bottle. she mentioned it’s an antique, so we theorized that it was for cocaine back in the day, but it could fit other things (cyanide, maybe for a disabled spy character?)

also, as someone who also is trained in sword-based self defense: i find that i can relatively translate most basic strikes using my cane, if needed. just something to use….

drew these for Lumity charms last month 💖