I wrote some smut because they hot. π
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Title: Erratic, Arrhythmic
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Itβs ingenious, truly, how Neferβs chessboard has so immaculately become a prison.
The change isnβt just in practice but in concept, and thatβs what impresses Flins the most. The great sandstone of King Deshretβs shrine has warped into the dusky underground of a Khaenriβahn dungeon, the desert heat evaporating into the cold, dead air of decay. The transformation rivals some of the craftiest fae shapeshifters in its speed and intricacy. Flins suspects it has the memories of its sole prisoner influencing it, else Nefer is particularly imaginative and incorrigibly cheeky.
Flins stands watch just beyond the bars of the recreated cell, polearm in hand and eyes fixed on the man bound and suspended from the back wall by corroded crimson chainsβ¦