#anyway 3/4 of these are like. Ferrent hanging out with lode’s friends and getting progressively more uncomfortable Bc they don’t know how to

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What if I put all my Ferrent email drafts in one post so I don’t feel as weird about not being able to finish them

[“I thought you were dead.”

There’s a sort of hum in Ferrent’s chest as every part of them says it, and Cliff laughs.

“I’m too stubborn to go down that easy.”

He reaches out for Ferrent’s hand and pulls them into a hug, patting their arm as he steps back again.

“It’s good to see you, again, Lode.”]

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[Ferrent didnt expect to start telling any of them about this… much less Corvid’s new boyfriend. They’d never seen him before a week ago.

Arguably, *Ferrent* had never seen any of them. But thinking like that gives them a headache.

“It’s harder, at first. Being one person. All your broken things have to find some way to fit together, and… I don’t think we were made to deal with that.”

They’re not really sure what he’s doing, but they know the feeling of magic pulling away from them well enough to recognize it now, where his hand rests in their own. His own magic’s hum only makes the scars down the length of their thumb and up the bones of their arm itch, rather than the usual ache and pulse.

“It’s also harder… to think. I’m me, of course, but I’m also them.”]

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[Their hand would get warm, warm enough to feel it through the clothes and to heat the air around them slightly, and then there would be a burst of energy that runs through Laris. A sort of energy like waking up at the perfect time after the best nap, and the next pulse carries magic. Almost everything that Ferrent has at their disposal, at the moment, even if that… wasn’t exactly their plan. And then they would pull their hand back with a hiss, shaking it like they’d stuck it into near-boiling water. Not that it does much good, beyond wanting to try *something*.

“Voids, fate and death fucking damn those things… shit! I’m” They go on cursing, but… it all just devolves into foul language.

Their voice is just a little bit off… a bit grittier than usual,]

-

[Ferrent is faceup in the grass, and their jacket is draped across their stomach, with their hands folded on top.

The grass is softer than they’d remembered. And it prickles against their skin more than they’d expected. And the breeze is warmer over their scars and cooler over their face and they can feel where an ant climbs over their arm on its way, presumably, home.

They can feel their pulse in the base of each palm, where magic was etched into their skin, and at the back of their neck, and they could count the seconds with it, in this moment, they would bet.]

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#cyrn o'neal #writing #elysur #Ferrent Stone #aegis blackstone #realizing once again that cliff and Laris don’t have last names yet. oops #anyway 3/4 of these are like. Ferrent hanging out with lode’s friends and getting progressively more uncomfortable Bc they don’t know how to #be like ya no the look change isn’t just a Choice #they tell aegis and he’s like yeah you’re right that is kinda confusing #and then things go bad and they dip #with apologies of course but #the last scene was gonna turn into a crisis but. I simply don’t have the energy to write that rn #so y’all get all these drafts I’m not gonna finish Bc. yeah.