curriculum_fictae

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[There's a crossroads, in moments like these. A simple moment when everything really honestly looks like its going to be all right, and the sigh is lightened with a natural smile. Where one can settle in, take a place, or slip out quietly and see what little things can be done.

But really? Even if it weren't the bone deep sweep of relief, even if the picture didn't seem perfectly right as it was (even with the absolute oddity of the two faded Martins in sharp relief)...

He hates that quiet stoicism trope. And they're his worrying, strange, soft, absolutely idiotic friends, dammit.

There's a soft sound in the water, as Jon and Algric settle in, his gesture is smaller, a soft grip next to Jon's hand on Martin's shoulder, a simple reassurance. He sits, carefully, setting his wrists on his knees.]

There's always swearing us all to silence for all time.

[Not that it works, but it's an OPTION.]