passerine
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- Parts 8
- Time 6h 15m
Complete, First published Apr 29, 2021
"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world."
Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though."
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Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues.
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- Author's Note
- i. like a fox to a burrow (like an eagle to an aerie)
- ii. like carillon bells (the house of Augustus rings)
- iii. when the cold wind rolls in from the north (what am i to do)
- iv. my birds of a kind (they more and more are looking like centurions)
- v. pushing the spear into your side (again and again and again)
- vi. my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline (from throwing fuel to the fire)
- vii. the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine (they took to it)
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