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The truth is that Nefer once thought blindness was a complete darkness, though she now knows that it varies. She had opened her eyes once — perhaps directly to spite Lauma’s mandates — and saw only flickers of light, concentrated where Lauma stood. And this split her chest with a horrible ache; the absence of what they once had, and the absence of moon’s beauty shining back at her.
OR: nefer misses most what she won't let herself have
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15 Apr 2026
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Ashru curls up beside Lauma, head pushing into her palm as he purrs against it. "Mreeooww mraw."
Lauma looks down at Ashru. "Worried?"
"Worried?" Nefer echoes and immediately her gaze snaps to Ashru. When Lauma looks back up as she realises she's been caught, all she sees is irritation crossing Nefer's face. "Is this not unfair? You get to understand him but I do not?"—
Ashru tries his best to get Lauma to realise some things about Nefer.
[laufer week day 2: animals]
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- Part 1 of [laufer week — 2026]
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15 Apr 2026
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Dead Girl Walking and the Demon Queen by RynWill
Fandoms: Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe, Heathers (1988)
17 Aug 2024
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Plan A: 'Get laid' has failed. JD has a damn good lock on his window. It's time for Veronica to move onto Plan B: 'Apologise'.
What better way is there to say sorry than to hop a fence, climb a tree, and drunkenly break into someone's home? At least Heather has a few ideas.
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25 Mar 2026
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Lauma has been spending too much time at the Curatorium of Secrets lately. Nefer is certain of this; Lauma has other responsibilities, other people to dote on, other tasks of more importance than watching over Nefer with her gentle, blessed gaze.
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16 Mar 2026
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Nefer wakes to a beam of sunlight shining straight into her eyes. She groans, lifting a hand to block the sun’s onslaught, before she turns her head to see—
Ah, right. Fuck.
Lauma lies on her back, head and antlers carefully propped up by a mound of pillows, her bare chest rising and falling softly as she slumbers.
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16 Mar 2026

