Welcome to my domain or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. You can call me Yata like everyone else. Bit of a warning before hand, I do have the tendency to curse. Anyways I like anime, music, and manga. The typical stuff I guess. Skateboarding is cool and I also like HOMRA.
~oh, captain, let’s make a deal where we both say the things that we both really feel~
Caleb Widogast is the Assembly’s perfunctory village wizard for the town and surrounding coast of Glimtide. He ends up becoming pen pals with the mer Fjord, who has a chaotic history and no true home. As their relationship deepens, the emotions of their pasts begin to rise to the surface.
title: precipice pairing: caleb/fjord tags: fake/pretend relationship, costume parties & masquerades, implied sexual content, slow burn, not exactly canon compliant but canon adjacent, containing vague allusions to canon with no specific timeframe or setting word count: 46, 533 summary:
“So is this… worth attempting? Pretending we were invited inside and trying to sneak off to find the artifact? Especially since only one person can go inside.” “Two,” corrects Caduceus. “No plus ones,” says Nott. “Except in the case of spouses,” says Caduceus, “If you’re married, the invitation admits two.” “Caduceus!” Jester gives an overdramatic scandalized gasp. “Are you suggesting we lie about our martial status?” “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m pointing out the wording of the invitation.”
Early this morning, while I was busy yelling about Good Omens 2, my dog barked at the door. I paid it no attention because tbh I was losing my entire mind and I assumed there were birds outside or something.
Anyway. I have now opened the door to let Triss out and I have. Questions.
“Perhaps you have forgotten. That’s one of the great problems of our modern world, you know. Forgetting. The victim never forgets. Ask an Irishman what the English did to him in 1920 and he’ll tell you the day of the month and the time and the name of every man they killed. Ask an Iranian what the English did to him in 1953 and he’ll tell you. His child will tell you. His grandchild will tell you. And when he has one, his great-grandchild will tell you too. But ask an Englishman—” He flung up his hands in mock ignorance. “If he ever knew, he has forgotten. ‘Move on!’ you tell us. ‘Move on! Forget what we’ve done to you. Tomorrow’s another day!’ But it isn’t, Mr. Brue.” He still had Brue’s hand. “Tomorrow was created yesterday, you see. That is the point I was making to you. And by the day before yesterday, too. To ignore history is to ignore the wolf at the door.”
- A Most Wanted Man, John le Carré
John le Carré has not, at any point, been fucking around.
