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“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”
- KURT TUCHOLSKYIn the early hours, Ned Coates slept, and he dreamed of The City ( Read more... ) -
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It was dirty dawn by the time Ned came home. He couldn't help but smile. It felt almost like being at home. Rogue was an indistinct shape in the bed, a bundle under the white sheets, a tumble of dark hair ( Read more... ) -
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It still felt very strange to not always have something to do with his time. As a Nightwatchman, his life had divided very cleanly down the middle -- either he was on the street, or he was in his bed. Either he was on his feet or he was on his back. He'd never had time to, say, sit in the sun with bare feet and drink coffee while the woman he ( Read more... ) -
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I kinda miss letters.
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His toes were cold.
As usual, when she stayed, Ned had fallen asleep wrapped around Rogue with his nose pushed agains the back of her neck, buried in her long, fragrant hair. And his toes were coldHe made a soft sound of protest and squirmed back under the ( Read more... ) -
Happy Birthday, Miss Rogue...
It wasn't much.
What had taken longer than anything was the table, low to the ground and lit with candles. It wasn't much of a dinner, but Ned had occasionally cooked in the Watch House and it wasn't bad. It wasn't food he had on his mind anyway ( Read more... ) -
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The walk to the hut was almost unbearably long, her hand in his and his eyes on the path ahead of them. He didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous. He'd done this before. It was fine ( Read more... ) -
swimming
"I can't swim," said Ned, for just about the thousandth time as they walked down the narrow path. He had his fingers twisted around Rogue's, something which still felt old, made his hand feel like someone else's but which at the same time he wouldn't have been willing to stop doing, either ( Read more... ) -
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He hadn't moved from beside her bed in nearly three days, save the occasional walk outside for a smoke, a cup of coffee. After a few hours, he hadn't even looked at her all that much, but he'd still known that he couldn't leave her ( Read more... ) -
in the ranks of the dead, you'll find him...
In the end, he'd managed to sleep, but not much and not deeply. His head still hurt, and his neck ached. He was back in the clothes that Rogue had found for him, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows. He was sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and his head cradled in his hands ( Read more... )