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[acreage]

WHO: James Holden and YOU
WHAT: Catch-all for April
WHEN: Fantasy April
WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around
NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.

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[nonvenomous]

The steady work of Silas’ fingers at the nug’s nape stills; there’s a snakey narrow to the slit of his eyes -- a glimpse of (now familiar) nastiness.

“Deadly optimism does make more sense than sheer ignorance,” he says. Less mild. His mistake.

“Will you carry these two to my quarters or should I hire a courier?”

[acreage]

"Keep trying," he says, dry, as he leans down to heft up the crate with the two remaining miniature nugs in it. They're settled, in the bits of straw, comfortable, and liable to fall asleep by the time they've made it to the Gallows. No point taking them out and disturbing them. "One day you'll figure out how to insult me."

[nonvenomous]

“There is some catharsis in the act alone.”

Even if his saying so is shot through with salt. Silas chokes up the fleshy football in his arms and swans away for the door, the glitter in his eye just mean enough for Jim to rest assured that he will keep trying, thank you.