ThePenAndTheSword



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    Three unrelated stories that I wrote when I was much younger. I ask that anyone reading these doesn't judge my current quality of writing too much, as I wrote these with minimal editing, no beta-readers, and little motivation to actually complete stories. I also had a bad habit of writing out all the tags before the plot events they pertained to actually happened. There is next to no chance of these stories being updated, but if you want to read them be my guest.

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    Post season 1 finale. After Alastor is grievously injured by an enigmatic angel's cursed blade, he only has seven days left to live before he succumbs to his wounds. To further complicate matters, Alastor finds himself in a partnership with his old friend, Vox.

    However, both Alastor and Vox's idea of "love" is skewed, and it takes them both down a very dark path when Alastor believes being "desirable" means broken bones, rope burns, bruises littering his skin, and hands crawling all over him—While tall, shadowy figures grin and leer down at him and hold him down as he's forced to relive the worst moments of his life...before he was the Radio Demon...before he was anything more than a humble radio host living in 1930s-era New Orleans.

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    Geralt's muscles heave backwards, flinging him down against the bed. He tries to struggle upwards but it feels like he’s been buried beneath a mountain. Every inch of him is pressed completely still. His eyes close, and he’s left in the dark with nothing but his racing heart for company. He’s not tired, he’s never been less tired. But the curse wants him to sleep, it seems. It’ll force him to lie here until he does. How much of his life will it start to control, now that he’s declared war against it? Now that he knows it’s lurking in his bones, now that it doesn’t have to be subtle?

    He swallows. Takes a long, deep breath, gathering every bit of courage he has to stop himself from slipping back into panic. He still has control over his lungs. He still has that.

    For now.

    (Or: Witchers don't retire. They stay on the Path until it kills them. They hunt monsters and they want nothing from life. This isn't exactly by choice.)

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    "How do you know Nonagesimus has gone somewhere dangerous?" asked Isaac. "Have you wired some kind of alert system?"

    "It's, uh. It's on the schedule," said Gideon. "I just... forgot. Because of the bread."

    Nobody was convinced by this, least of all Gideon.

    "It's a Ninth House thing," Gideon went on, backing away with increasing desperation. This was a slightly more plausible explanation, if only because nobody wanted to look too closely at what fell under the awful skeletal-ribbed and rotting umbrella of Ninth House things. "Gotta go—!" And she was out the door, gone.

    But it wasn't a Ninth House thing, except inasmuch as it was happening to the only two representatives of the noble and decrepit Ninth House on this quite literally godforsaken rock. Gideon knew Harrow had gone somewhere dangerous—knew that Harrow was back in the lab where they had only just completed a horrible trial—because she could see it, clear as day: an awful overlay on her vision of that terrible dangerous room and a pair of terrible dangerous hands drawing some kind of ward next to the plinth.

    The hands were definitely Harrow's.

    This was definitely a problem.

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