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“There is a game that the immortal play.
It is played around tables that open at dusk, and close at dawn.
The stakes are impossibly high, and yet laughably low.
There is only one secret: The more you have to lose, the harder it is to win.
There is only one rule: Don't lose.”
― Masters of Death
It is played around tables that open at dusk, and close at dawn.
The stakes are impossibly high, and yet laughably low.
There is only one secret: The more you have to lose, the harder it is to win.
There is only one rule: Don't lose.”
― Masters of Death
“I forgave him the moment he came back to me. I would love him still, even if he left me again. I would love him through several lifetimes, I think," Fox determined, resigning himself to the truth, "and I would love him in every world, if he asked.”
― Masters of Death
― Masters of Death
“Don't call me that," Fox growled, forcing Brandt onto his back. "I'm not a child."
Brandt hit the mattress with a dull thud, tracing the lines of Fox's face with the path of his gaze.
"No, you aren't, are you," he agreed quietly. "But what will I call you, then?"
It took a moment; Fox fought it as resolutely as he could.
"Call me yours," he begged, burying his forehead in the crook of Brandt's shoulder so as not to see him refuse.
Around him, Brandt's arms stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. They slid tightly around Fox's ribs, holding him steady.
"Some things are just facts," he said, and Fox wished desperately to believe him.”
― Masters of Death
Brandt hit the mattress with a dull thud, tracing the lines of Fox's face with the path of his gaze.
"No, you aren't, are you," he agreed quietly. "But what will I call you, then?"
It took a moment; Fox fought it as resolutely as he could.
"Call me yours," he begged, burying his forehead in the crook of Brandt's shoulder so as not to see him refuse.
Around him, Brandt's arms stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. They slid tightly around Fox's ribs, holding him steady.
"Some things are just facts," he said, and Fox wished desperately to believe him.”
― Masters of Death
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