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Sign of the Maker part ten
He was falling. Hands groping at nothing but the blackness he was hurtling through until he felt something catch him. It was warm and comforting and it had Hawke's face. Anders turned his head to look behind him and there was Cortland, his strong arms wrapped around the mage's chest, his lips smiling fondly.
"H-hey." Stuttered Anders.
"Hey yourself" replied Hawke, in a voice that Anders could quite happily have wrapped himself up in. In fact, he did. Pulling the sound from within its owner and drawing it around him like a blanket as the lips that gave it life hummed gently at his ear.
"Anders. I know."
"All of it. I know what Kin
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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