this is not your grave, get out.
por morian
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Publicado: 12/11/2026 · Atualizado: 12/11/2026
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"So, this… look you're going for," Lucius starts, testing the waters. Blackbeard stares at him with vacant eyes. Jesus. Lucius is viscerally reminded of the man's dead-eyed look before he pushed him overboard. "Does it feel like the right choice for you? Are we happy with it?" "Do you have a fever?" Blackbeard asks, voice hoarse. Lucius cocks his head and says, "Don't think so. Do I look hot?" He winks. Blackbeard lifts his hand and presses his fingers roughly against Lucius' forehead. "What are you—" "No fever," Blackbeard grunts and draws back. "Good. Didn't want to cut off your fucking hand." Lucius drawls, "I'm touched." Or: Lucius survives. For better or for worse.
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