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“When I was a child,” Stede says slowly, faraway and nostalgic. “My mother - she never really spent much time in the kitchen, of course; we had dedicated household staff that handled all the cooking, but there was one thing she used to make herself. She’d melt brown sugar until it bubbled, and it was just on this side of burnt, but not quite? And she’d pour it out and let it harden in these big sheets of transparent, amber-coloured toffee. I used to break off shards and suck it into razor-sharp points; would run around pretending I had a knife, or a prison shank. They made excellent props when playing at being a pirate.” Stede is sort of lost in the tangent. He’s good at telling stories, even real-life ones, and Ed finds himself getting a bit lost in it, too. “Your eyes are like that,” says Stede. “When the sunlight gets them. Like the taste of it. Smoky and sweet,” says Stede. “Like melty, burnt toffee. They’re so lovely, Ed,” says Stede. These are the things that Ed collects. (OR: Ed keeps buried treasure after all. Stede finds his secret stash. Post S2 oneshot with Big Ed feelings as he slowly comes to grips with the fact that he's VERY loved - but we already knew that)

Fics like Magpie

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