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Chapter 2 of my Scyllinoë enemies to lovers longfic is now live! You can check it here:

Summary:

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she raises the Pearl to eye level and declares in the same tone Madame Circe did, the words leaving her lips lips as easy as breathing, “May your ambitions drown.”

The effect is imminent.

Author notes:

*kisses the brick very very tenderly ands throws it like i’m a baseball picther aiming for a home run before hiding away under my bed*

Summary:

When Circe asks Melinoë to curse one of Scylla’s Pearls so that she may ease her descents into the Underworld, she is only too happy to oblige.

The fewer obstacles between her and Chronos, the better. All the more so if said obstacles consist of a band of Sirens led by an obnoxiously annoying sea monster with delusions of grandeur who just won’t shut up. It is a no-lose situation no matter how she looks at it, not to mention both a minor prophecy and a petition from a fellow witch whom she has always looked up to, so the words leave her lips as easy as breathing.

And then, everything goes to hell.

—OR—

No, it can’t be, it must’ve been a lapse or something because she’s that annoying.

REJECT MODERNITY! EMBRACE TRADITION!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAH LYRIC FIC!!!!!

(I’m sane. I swear.)

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You can check it out through the link below :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83170926/chapters/219043171

! grief and everything associated with it.

megumi could catch a glimpse of you in each and every reflection, and not just the ones he casted upon cold stretches of water or in pieces of glass laying across asphalt – and that if you looked closely, were smeared in blood – but also in patches of light scattered like a mosaic, the mosaic of your face, and he would hate them the most, because he was slowly forgetting how to assemble the jigsaw.

in his memory, you were made of single puzzle pieces of whom he could not find the right interlock. he could still remember the exact number of your moles, but not where they dotted your skin as marbles dispersed on dry sand. the smell of your hair still lingered in his memory, but not the hidden nuances that revealed themselves only when sunlight reflected on it. and some pieces were missing altogether. for instance, he never would have believed that, someday, he would have been unable to recall the sound that your laugh made when it echoed in hollow spaces; strangely, the peculiar sighs you made when you could not inhale deeply was engraved in his brain, and it came flooding back when he caught himself doing the same.

you lived in the gestures he had observed for years and that he unconsciously made his own. the idioms that you used to say, which he adopted and naturally found their way in his discourses. the facial expressions you used to make that he mirrored, and he would pretend to be annoyed when someone pointed it out.

he grew accustomed to the dark. reflections waning as the sun sat and a new piece missing by the time it rose again. he knew the pillow would not smell like you anymore the following day. that the clothes you left on the floor lacked the warmth your body once gave them. your plants did not die, only because he watered them just to try and catch that glimpse of you doing the same.

and megumi knew that trying to grasp them would be useless. he had to come to terms with the fact that, slowly but surely, your reflection was going to slip through his fingers entirely. the puzzle was never meant to be solved. all that was going to remain was megumi, a mosaic of the people he once loved.

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Hello, I’m Lilith (or Lili), and somehow, you’ve found your way into my little pocket of the night sky.

This is where soft starlight and sharp edges coexist… where stories drift between tender and unsettling, and love rarely arrives without consequences.

I write characters who linger a little too long, who look a little too closely, who love in ways that feel like gravity rather than choice. If you enjoy devotion with teeth, power wrapped in silk, and the kind of tension that hums just beneath the surface… you’ll feel right at home here.

So settle in. The stars are bright tonight, and they have a habit of watching...