FUCK YOU FITZCHIVALRY “IM NOT IN LOVE WITH THE FOOL” FARSEER
“He slept, curled like a kitten, his brow nearly touching mine, on the other end of his pallet. His breathing was deep and even, and one long hand was palm up on the blankets between us, as if in offering, or beseeching something of me. Sleepily, I reached over and set my hand in his. He did not seem to wake. Strangely, I felt at peace.”
— Oct 15, 2026 08:45AM
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