Тоска, or, will you still love me, though I taste of blood and war?

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2026-06-07
Series Updated:
2026-06-13
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Lute and Vaggi's love was never the love of summer, light and gentle, full of plenty.

Theirs was the love of winter, harsh, cruel at times, though no less beautiful for it.

Love, like a soldier who pulls the trigger for kin and for country, but who cannot hold his wife without seeing the blood upon his hands.

Love, like an old woman who walks out into a blizzard during the lean months at the end of winter.

Love, like a parent who goes hungry, skipping meals so their child might see another year.

Love, like an old sea captain who stands at his post and clings to the ship's wheel as freezing water rushes in through shattered portholes.

How terrible and addicting that love, as they tear each other apart, knowing where to sink the knife to make it hurt the most. The lowest of lows, but when they climb from that pit they find the highest highs in each other's arms, or when they stand back to back with weapons in hand.

After all, they are exorcists. They will always taste of blood and war, and in every life they find each other that they might carve their names into one another's heart.

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Fallenwings Week 2026

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