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- VII - Julian woke up several hours later and lay in bed without moving or opening his eyes for several more minutes, enjoying Raven’s even breath on his skin. Finally, he sighed, opened his eyes, and shifted carefully, trying not to wake up the sleeping brunet. Raven didn’t even stir at that, and Julian slid out of bed and headed to the shower. By the time he emerged from the shower, he realized that he was hungry, so he went downstairs, carefully shutting the bedroom door behind
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Ah, but they are, they are...
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But Desmond didn't know that -- someone already attacked them, there could be more for all he knew. Also, I did not think of that & only figuring it out now dream-rules are different.
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True that. If you meant why didn't he try reading whoever was there, he didn't really have time -- he had no idea on which area to concentrate the most, & he knew that whoever shot at them was about to relocate & attack again. I thought you meant something else, which would be explained later
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Who said that he didn't? 🤔
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- VI - “Fine...” he muttered and closed his eyes. He tried to visualize his sleeping self and mentally kick it awake. Visualization went smoother than he thought it would, but waking up his passed out self turned out to be utterly and hopelessly futile. The sleeping figure didn’t even stir. “I can’t...!” he finally spat out with frustration and opened his eyes. “I can’t!” “Shit...” Desmond hissed and took a deep breath. “Fine, let’s play...” He peeled his back away from the
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The ripple and the exit are different. The exit is a portal while the ripple is something else.
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- V - He woke up just a little before noon and stretched sweetly without opening his eyes. He didn’t dream of Desmond or anything that happened in his past after he dozed off at eight in the morning. As he predicted, he dreamt of Julian instead, and those dreams he more than welcomed. He yawned and finally opened his eyes, blinking last shreds of sleep out of his eyelashes. He lay in bed for a little while longer, inhaling Salamander’s scent from one of the pillows, and then finally, h
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- IV - He knew that he was dreaming the minute he opened his eyes. He cursed softly after immediately recognizing the hateful room with dark-red curtains, which made every single wall and even the ceiling glow with eerie, blood-like shadows. Raven realized that his left arm was strained above his head, and even though he knew the reason for that, he tried bringing it down – mostly, by pure instinct. The unforgiving ring of the handcuffs immediately bit into his wrist, unkindly remi
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Well, to be fair, they don't do the whole "underage" thing anymore; plus, Raven was never into it in the first place. It stopped in, I think, chapter 13-14 of the previous story. P.S. Now that I am thinking of it, I am pretty sure Raven had never taken part in the underage thing 🤔
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Well, there is that thing with a thing that does this other thing, and because there already was a thing, makes it so that thing allowed him to know who he was. Makes sense, right?
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- III - They didn’t get home until very early on Saturday morning, and Raven didn’t feel a slightest pang of guilt. Ever since a month or so ago, guilt that would be gnawing at him every time after they came back from one of the ‘parties,’ started to diminish immensely. By now, it disappeared completely – Raven wouldn’t feel even a shadow of remorse. At first, it bothered him somewhat, but finally, he shrugged it off, figuring that the absence of pangs of conscience was a rather good t
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By now it should be pretty clear how well Raven follows his own plans or listens to his inner voice 😐
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Possibly. Then again, maybe not.
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oh yeah, that was my old Reddit account. I posted stuff there. Could still be there -- I liked the layout of the page. Hmm... I need to resurrect that maybe...
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- II - Raven lightly ran his mouth on the back of Julian’s neck, noting that almost non-existing smile, and left the restaurant after the blond started saying something business-like to his lunch companions. He walked towards his car, lazily throwing off invisibility once he stepped behind some tree, and when he got inside, he sat still for a few seconds, frowning thoughtfully, and lightly beating his fingers on the steering wheel. Finally, he nodded to himself and turned the keys in t
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- I - It was late Thursday morning, and Raven was bored out of his skull. Fridays through Mondays weren’t too bad; in fact, they were pretty damn good. Julian’s weekends started on Fridays, so boredom was naturally out of the question. On Mondays, Raven would usually catch up on his sleep and heal somewhat if the weekends got out of hand (which was the case quite often). However, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays would turn into slow crawling eons of hell itself. There were only that
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This is a sequel to Debts -- it picks up where Debts left off. (book IV in the series)
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[the other one whose name escapes me at the moment.] Claudia 😁
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EPILOGUE Three weeks later ___________________ Desmond was tired for several reasons. Rayhe, who was asleep already, was the obvious one; but he was also tired because of all that mental training he was receiving from Tess. She was right – it didn’t take him too long to be able to tune out everything he didn’t want to hear. By now, he could keep that certain barrier up without much effort; he didn’t even have to think about it – it was simply there for as long as he wanted. He
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- XXVII - It was Sunday night, and Desmond was trying to read. He was trying to do that for the last hour or so; he was failing miserably. “Oh, for the love of God,” he finally sighed with frustration and shut the book. “Shackles, Rayhe,” he said with annoyance. “The word you looking for is shackles.” Gabriel lowered his crossword puzzle and stared at him with a frown. “Stay the hell out of my head,” he said, and Desmond grimaced. “I can’t!” he said with frustration. “I
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- XXVI - He sat there for almost fifteen minutes, saying nothing. Sam and Gabriel didn’t say anything either, but to Desmond, it sounded like a very intense conversation that didn’t quite make sense. “Holy hell, he can hear thoughts? How in the world is that even possible? He could never hear thoughts!” That was Sam. “Goddammit, the spell worked! Son of a bitch, the spell worked! When that blast hit him... Oh, damn it all to hell...” That was Gabriel. “Wait, does it mean he
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