EnderPearl (dragonqueen0207)



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    07 Feb 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Super good series! I vibe with the hurt/ comfort, hopefully this won’t be delegated like all my favorite series.

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    As Gillion walks past his barrel to perch on the edge of the spare cot, he realizes 'empty' isn't the right word. He feels shattered. His hands are distant, discordant and foreign to him as he watches them resting atop his thighs in half-curled fists, thin fingers furling around nothing. He watches as his muscles contract, claws emerging mechanically before retreating back into their sheath. He acknowledges the sinkhole in his stomach, a pit he'd been aware of and ignoring for the last few days in favor of remaining in a functioning state. He's not sure when it happened. Maybe when he heard the original prophecy, maybe when he had to repeat it out loud. Maybe it came from seeing that statue outside of the old bar, or maybe it'd appeared much farther back, when a similar pit had opened in Chip's chest, in that throne room. Gillion tries not to think of the statue, of its blank face and moss-covered muscles. He tries not to think of the way his own body has strayed from that image, of how soft and round he is now in comparison to what he'd looked like before he'd been banished.

    The bed shakes as someone sits down behind Gillion, and then Chip is knocking gently on his temple.

    "Helloooo? Anyone home?"

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    22 Jan 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Super good descriptions and overall hits you in the gut.

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