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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: See individual drabbles.
Pairing: See individual drabbles.
Disclaimer: Erk. Not mine.
Notes: One crossover with The Ninth Gate.
Summary: Opium’s strong stuff.
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Surfeit: PG, Abberline, for unen2gemismasin
The first time Fred had joined the hunt, the dragon had coiled back on him and sent him reeling into the street, vomiting every fifth step. He had barely been able to believe to what he’d just sunk, to how low the world had rotted.
Come morning, he’d been down in the morgue staring at a dead whore, whose face had been slashed to ribbons that dangled twisting along her hairline. He’d caught a glimpse of bone, and his stomach had churned once in warning.
After that, it was easy. The dragon couldn’t do any worse than people could.
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Half a Pipe: G, Abberline and Dean, for delshaia
Fred opened his eyes, watched the world swim languidly confused around him, and sighed. “You’re a new one.”
“I’m not here for that. Neither am I here because of that.” The other man flicked his fingers at the long piece of ivory hanging from Fred’s fingers, tone vaguely derisive. Let him be mocking; at this point, Fred found it hard not to be so himself. “I’ve a matter to discuss with you.”
“Whatever you offer, let that cup pass from me,” Fred muttered, turning over. He could already hear Godley’s tread on the stairs, and he didn’t want to waste a single moment of relief.
Laugh. “It wouldn’t have been a burden, precisely. But if you refuse, you refuse. Blind.”
“I wish.” The darkness was what Fred wanted, and so that was what he sought, digging himself into slumber.
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