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    “Are you an angel?” Simon blurts before immediately regretting it. It must think he’s stupid, asking something so obvious. 

    The angel pauses, caught off guard, before managing a sputtering response. “What? No. Of course not.” It insists, looking a little flustered. 

    Simon stares at it for a moment before he realizes. “Oh. Sorry.” He says. He’s not supposed to know that, it seems. That’s fine. He can keep a secret.

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    My take on the "Simon thinks he died and that Grace is an angel" trope, but with the twist that everything Grace does just convinces Simon more that he's right lmao

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Ryland Grace is a vampire. What is he to do when he's shipped off to a boat in the middle of nowhere?

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    11 Jun 2026

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    It helps, sometimes, when your nose is fucked, to have a partner with an exceptional sense of smell. (No animals in the house had been a joke, until March found out that it was in fact quite literal) it saves him the trouble of acquiring and training a bloodhound.

    healy isn’t human, march is a wet cat, and somehow it works

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    31 May 2026

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    thinking about this again. where's that tweet about the red sauce that makes me go crazy and hurt myself and others ?

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    “What made you come up with this?” Grace asks. His voice is thick.

    “Grace need comfort,” Rocky says matter-of-factly. “Like a hug. This comfort Grace, question?”

    Grace presses his hand more firmly against the top of Rocky’s carapace, and Rocky shifts a bit within the xenonite, rising so that they make nearly direct contact through the panel. It’s not like they haven’t done something like this before—Rocky is always pressing his claws up against Grace’s palm—but it’s different for Grace’s whole hand to be so close, to feel the heat of a living thing against his side and against his palm all at once.

    “Yeah,” Grace breathes.

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    On the trip to Erid, Grace is starving.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    One Grace-sleep is not so long.

    It is not “night,” but Grace calls it night, and so Rocky does too. One human night. One third of one human day. One three-hundred-thousandth of Rocky’s life so far.

    This is what Rocky tells himself. He folds up on his xenonite shelf above Grace’s sleeping area, and he listens, and he fiddles with his clock, and he tells himself that it is not so long.

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    Rocky has lived through the deaths of many of his friends. He does not want to lose Grace.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    rocky anxious about grace dying. :(