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“Any challenge is a worthwhile endeavor,” Varka replies. “But if you’re worried about being fair or giving me a handicap…” Flins certainly hadn’t said that, but now he’s curious, and he grows more curious as Varka withdraws a scrap of fabric from one pocket. “Play blindfolded.”
The challenge whets Flins’s appetite. He isn’t the kind of fae who exults in games of chance but rather ones of wit and strategy, and he was fond of collecting intelligent men like glittering baubles at the Belyi Tsar’s court. “If I am to handicap myself, then I should receive a greater reward if I win, don’t you think?” he asks, the words out of his mouth before he can help them, for he, like all fae, loves a bargain.
When a bad storm strands Varka at Flins's lighthouse, the two play chess to pass the time. After beating Varka twice, Flins agrees to play with a blindfold, provided the loser owe the winner a boon.
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Before Rerir regained his whole body, he desperately chased after Flins' lantern to retrieve the fragment that was burning inside. After a particularly grueling battle, Flins retreated to his lighthouse to heal his wounds, unaware that he had been followed.
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Bruce has shared a bed with Clark many times before without incident. It's only recently that it's become...strange.
For Bottom Bruce Wayne October day 2: somnophilia.
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Varka likes kissing him. A lot. It’s his way of showing Flins his affection. Even now, he gently holds Flins’ face in his hands as he kisses his forehead and cheeks and lips.
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His head is roughly shoved down onto the bed, and he grunts from the impact. It would’ve seriously hurt if it were on any harder surface, and Rerir will fuck him on just about anything.
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There’s a massive difference in the way Varka and Rerir treat their little lightkeeper— not that said lightkeeper is complaining.
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When a lone Lightkeeper, exploring the wilds of Nod-Krai in search of the Wild Hunt, stumbles across the recently resurrected Rächer of Solnari he is sure they are in for another fight. Lucky (or unlucky) for him it seems that Rerir, influenced by his freshly reawakened hormones, has other plans.
And who is Flins to deny that he may the best suited for such tasks?
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- Part 1 of Strange Bedfellows