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Every Lost Soul Wanders Home - An Arcana fanfic

Hi hello, this is my latest fanfic set in the same universe as this and this. Book XIII spoilers, my darlings. This is fluff. This is angst. This is FANGST.

Julian x GN!Apprentice

Word count: 695

He remembers the nights that were the worst of his life. When he’d left for a cure and came back to a corpse, himself beyond saving, he’d held their ring up to the light of dying embers and stared. When he feared a death at the gallows, years later, he’d stared at the faceted ruby again, every night, in the dim torchglow. He’d wondered what it had seen, what secrets it held, and realized that it probably remembered things forever lost to him.

Now, he remembers everything, though.

The Hanged Man’s revelations has opened up the floodgates, each memory coming back to him with the clarity of a requiem. Each stab of pain, every moment of failure… Hardly any light between them. And then that light had gone out all together. He remembers the moments after their death, the numbness, the stillness of everything, even in delirium. In the throes of fever, he stared at the ring, wishing to forget. Wishing to die, to see them again. He got one of those things. And he did get to see them again.

The ring feels like a stone in his back pocket. It has been a constant in his life, something he’d always wondered about. Where it had come from, why Asra has always hated the sight of it. Now, it feels like a mark of his failure, another mark against him, but it also feels like hope. Like coming into the light again. It holds the weight of years, of memories he can only balk at the face of.

He can only stand there, too shocked to move, as they make their way over to him. He watches the wild tempest of their hair, the glorious light in their eyes, devoid of all traces of the plague. He’s thankful for the second chance, it should go without saying. He’s thankful that he has been shown the mercy of finding them again, of loving them again. What a thing it must be for two people to find their way home to one another without the help of memories. Every breath is a sigh of gratitude; for the beauty of their smile, the weight of their body as they barrel into him in a desperate embrace.

“You’re safe,” he gasps out against their hair.

They look at him, a glimmer of a smile on their lips. “I’m not the one who just died, Julian.” Their voice is a blessed anchor, and he finds himself laughing.

“Regardless, my dear. If you’ve seen the things I’ve seen…” he stops, remembers red eyes and pale skin, long cold, long dead. There’s no need to spoil the moment, not when they’re holding each other so close. “I’m just happy we’re together now.”

They laugh, and again he’s struck dumb by the beauty of it. “I am too.”

“Come here, darling,” he murmurs. The moment it takes to pull the ring out of his pocket is enough to bridge a lifetime. “I have something to show you.”

He holds it up to the torchlight the way he had in the days after he’d come home to nothing. Every memory is a twinge of pain, every feeling raw as it had been years ago, but he bears it, hand steady as they eye it curiously, then with dawning realization.

You’re going to give this back to me. And then we’re going to live out the rest of our days together.

The last words of a plague victim, three years ago. Who knew it would hold so much weight now?

They’re wiping away tears, both of them.

“So I didn’t lie to you,” his beloved exclaims, taking the ring. They look at it with a smile, as if it’s a reminder of happy memories. Maybe it could be. Their promise had been a reminder of death, but no longer. Once everything is over, the future they’d hoped for on their deathbed could finally become something more than a dream.

Now he can look at the ring and see his best days, his most wondrous moments. Every second of being with them is a blessing, and it’s more than enough to wash away the pain.

Hi @housesghastlymenhaunted i love you very much and thank you for allowing me this opportunity to write all the Feelings. HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR!

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Oracle-eye, who is this moving over the moors? seeking & finding difficulty over peat-passes & rain-colored wilderness this world that is never ours winter empties herself over the oaktrees mute with faith

I hear the voices of the earth braying the horrible keep-time of my walking I am in the center of a hunger that does not belong to me the soul wanders, nothing is safe birds commence their evening chatter eye of the meadow, bespeak you what is here to love? pale morning, mother sea, day’s body of iris? my heart burns where she is not, O, bright-feathered world, indignant, herons flare and fold straying without soul through the mist who wounds the mare of dawn                 at the gates of sleep? this daylight, this flame that devours the suffering of sky, world, & hour the lament of blood that adorns the lyre

here is a crow that dwells in my breast, dreaming you amidst the ruins of garden a dark thicket of anemone swallows the waste of this year lascivious with torchglow across

the valley spread with hemlock opening pale branch above my shrouded heart

I conceal you, pursued by voice, sobbing over distance

honey of moon, how I suffer you let me live in the infinite night of your dark soul forever

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craving the sound of banditos sitting around the fire in the distance , craving to watch the sun peak from the horizon as their laughter echoes across the valley , washed away by a cool breeze

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an intro of sorts ;

I'm Torch , but I'm chill with any other nicknames . I use he / him , twenty-ish ( bodily , at least lmao ) , dunno how active i'll be on here , but hoping to make some friends and have some fun times :) don't be scared to send an ask , i tend to spread positivity to tøp accounts on occasion , so you may see me ..

don't really have a dni , i do block liberally , and i do ask for everyone to be over eighteen before interacting

to my fellow Banditos , stay alive and push on through |-/

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#torchglowings - just me yammering , which i tend to do ( sorry ) #aroundthefire - answering asks , or just interacting with my old fam #flowerthrowing - positivity ! either reblogged or self-made #torchsshinytrinkets - general reblogs , art or writing i really enjoy :)

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