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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

@flawed-ideals.bsky.social can find a simply wrapped, thin box left on his bed whenever he comes home. It’s just a leather bound sketchbook and a new set of charcoals— Alhaitham remembers Kaveh mentioning how the ones he has now were getting small.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

It’s not exactly that he thought the worst of the other man. It’s that he’s more concerned and weary for Kaveh’s sake- his lack of self-preservation and care tended to get him into situations that he either didn’t need to be in or taken advantage of. But, perhaps, there was a little bit of +

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

☆ : Now back to what I was doing The Reply tm

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

☆ : Un momento, checking mail….

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

If Childe thought that putting his hand on his door was going to make him pause in closing his door, he would be sorely mistaken. Alhaitham stared at him still as he continued to press his door shut, expression carefully- pointedly- blank despite the fact that he continued to speak. He wasn't +

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STRANGER.EXE @strangerexe.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

You've already been here before You already know where it goes You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 05/06/2025

☆ : Woah.... Me back on Alhaitham and trying to be a lil more frequent here? Wild shit

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 29/05/2025

He was silent. Eyes flickering over the other's form then off to the side for a moment as Childe spoke, his brow twitching slightly with the concern in his voice as he spoke before smoothing back out when turning back to him. He was already gesturing with his hand- the one with the blond's key- as +

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

Admittedly, he thought the person at the door was going to be his roommate, seeing that his keys were still in the dish by the front door. So, when he went to open it, he had grabbed them- to taunt the fact that he had them even when he really didn't. Not originally at least— When he was opening +

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emotions scrapbook @affectingbot.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

Revolution is an act of love.

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emotions scrapbook @affectingbot.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

His life partner, an architect, with whom he was building a home.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 27/04/2025

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “I’ve been here the whole time.”

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 27/04/2025

“…. All I did was walk into the room. I haven’t even done anything.”

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STRANGER.EXE @strangerexe.bsky.social · 15/04/2025

I loved you. Having said that,

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 13/04/2025

…. Hm. He half-expected a rebuttal of some kind. A complaint, maybe being asked to of it instead— For now, though, he stands there staring at Kaveh for a moment before nodding once. “Then I’ll leave you to that.”

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 13/04/2025

“It’s 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 turn to handle the dishes tonight.”

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— 晓 𓆰 @alatus-nemeseos.bsky.social · 06/02/2025

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 ° ⋆ 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 — 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚. ⋆。 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 「𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬」 ↘

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

☆ : @eleventhfatui.bsky.social And keep in mind, I said SEVERAL times to block all my accounts if you didn’t want to see me

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

☆ : Crow thinks I’m playing….

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

. . . . Scrunches nose and sn e e z e s——

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

. . . . He’s not sure how to respond to that so he’s just going to…. Slowly turn the dial on his ear pieces. Staring dead at him.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

“You’re still due in June.”

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emotions scrapbook @affectingbot.bsky.social · 17/03/2025

The spark of sheer, sharp intelligence and keen observation almost like his own showing in those eyes, somehow unnoticed by him until now, coupled with how easily the human has seen through his lie, and the clear challenge shining in them, are something else entirely.

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🏛 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉 @flawed-ideals.bsky.social · 17/03/2025

//GOD KAVEH IS SO PRETTYYYY

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

“Not trying hard enough to keep it one, apparently.”

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

“Inside thoughts aren’t meant to be said out loud, you know.”

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❔ @delusionalbpd.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

you said you'd always be my friend that we'd get married when we both got older

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

If he can reach the shelf he put it on.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

Too late. The wine’s being shelved and the food put away.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

No fattoush and the wine he thought Kaveh would like for him.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

Then it seems that his dinner he brought back earlier is his now. Leftovers means no need to cook tomorrow.

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scribe @intuitavulturis.bsky.social · 16/03/2025

Back by unpopular demand: The Scribe

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Fran @galacticidiots.bsky.social · 14/03/2025

Not friends or lovers but a secret third thing; something too difficult to name, too hard to describe. Too intimate to be platonic, too scared to cross the line into lovers. But the line is a circle and it always lead them back to each other.

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Fran @galacticidiots.bsky.social · 14/03/2025

Best friend breakups can hurt so much worse than romantic ones. How do you cut out someone who fills the frame of your life? It’s a million paper cuts to the heart. It’s the bruise that still hurts, years later, every time your fingers brush against the memory.

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