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"Do not make me regret my investment in you."
"I would never," Dottore breathes, a wicked, anticipatory grin curving his lips. "In fact, I intend to make you sing my praises. Worship at the altar of my genius, as I worship at yours."
Pantalone scoffs, a harsh, disbelieving sound. But there is a flicker of intrigue in his gaze, a dark curl of desire he cannot quite suppress. He did, didn’t he? Worship at the Regrator’s altar, in their tumultuous promenade, gravitating around one another from the very moment they met. -
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His name slips out his lips in a whisper before he can help it.
“Aalto.”
Disbelieving, uncomprehending, but it was him.
The one he had thought he had lost to the cruelty of the Lawless Zone all those years ago, now standing before him in an office on foreign land far from home.“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Calcharo?”
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Calcharo reminisces about the days before the Ghost Hounds had become a household name. And the fleeting spark he had experienced before life had come and extinguished it. However, a ghost of the past comes to face him years down the line. Everything had been fine simply admiring him from afar. That is until he walks in on something that flips his whole world upside down.
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Alone in the Dark Mansion of Madness by eldritch_horror (poguschampus)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
06 Sep 2024
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Boothill doesn't consider himself a romantic, but something about the stranger screams coming home to a bouquet of roses and soft kisses into the night, an aura of domesticity. His red hair falls over his shoulders like they belong there, and the color of warm blood has never looked so beautiful.
“Forking hell,” Boothill murmurs, eyes wide.
“Pick your jaw up off the floor, dearest,” the beautiful stranger remarks, raising Boothill's arm to inspect the chamber in which his revolver is held. “You'll catch flies.” He smiles with too-sharp teeth, something dark glinting alongside that playfulness in his narrowed eyes. It's a familiar expression: a predator having found his prey.
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"It looks like your relationship... has warmed up."
Jiyan furrowed his brow and suddenly slammed his fist down on the table next to his plate, "So you did come to the camp at night after all, and not in the morning?"
Rover immediately coughed, hiding a sudden laugh as he realised exactly what they would have seen if they had come to this camp at night. Yangyang blushed, but still did her best to explain, "No, General, we did indeed arrive in the morning. But it seems that your dragon isn't usually so... tactile with other people."
The accusation in the General's eyes was replaced by confusion. He looked at Calcharo sitting next to him. And there, resting peacefully on the mercenary's shoulder, was his dragon in his smaller form.
Jiyan opened his mouth as if to say something, but changed his mind and just sighed. Calcharo continued to eat his stew and did not pay any attention to the dragon on his shoulder, acting as if it was a perfectly normal thing.
A man like Calcharo knows very well that everything in this world has to be paid for. So what kind of payment will he demand? Or will it be Calcharo himself who will pay this time?
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Gepard Landau is perfect. He has excellent grades, he's handsome, athletic, kind, and also he's a president of Belobog High School. His only flaw is that he can't quite chill out. No wonder though, especially when his peaceful everyday life is disturbed by the antics of the school scamp - Sampo Koski. How will his last year at school be like, when for the next few months he'll be stuck with Koski during the organization of the prom?