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that trembled and reel’d beneath me
Feb. 23rd, 2025 11:17 amTitle: that trembled and reel’d beneath me
Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI
Characters/pairing: Dion/Terence
Rating: explicit
Word Count: 11,780
Notes: This fic includes sex pollen, fuck or die, dubious consent, repression, and sexual dysfunction (blah blah blah). Set pre-game and a month pre-confession. Dion wants that which he should not have, but Terence doesn't make it easy to turn away. Title from a Walt Whitman poem. "...A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to my- self; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled? And sullen hymns of defeat?"
( The embankment is slick under Terence’s boots and he steps sideways through plaited fields to watch the sky lighten. )
Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI
Characters/pairing: Dion/Terence
Rating: explicit
Word Count: 11,780
Notes: This fic includes sex pollen, fuck or die, dubious consent, repression, and sexual dysfunction (blah blah blah). Set pre-game and a month pre-confession. Dion wants that which he should not have, but Terence doesn't make it easy to turn away. Title from a Walt Whitman poem. "...A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to my- self; Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled? And sullen hymns of defeat?"
( The embankment is slick under Terence’s boots and he steps sideways through plaited fields to watch the sky lighten. )
