Fics like chart a map to my unlearning

"My," Flins says, mouth curling upwards, a play at a jesting smile, mirthless despite his internal amusement at the sight of this boy. Such a forward little thing. "I'm honored to hear that I'm such a discussed individual, truly, their gossip paints me as a more interesting individual than I am, in truth." There's something like a bite of laughter that escapes the boy, hidden and cut off aside from the upward twitch to his mouth. "Is that so?" Illuga questions, not unkind, but not cowing, as he lets his gaze drift from Flins' person to instead drag it along the lighthouse that Flins claims as his abode. "Yet, did you not yourself admit to having few visitors out so far? That seems to be quite solitary, no?" "You say such as if not every Lightkeeper has their eccentricities." Flins returns, smooth and easy, an interest piquing at the way Illuga's expression shifts into something a little warmer at the mention of the organization. "Indeed," he continues, a teasing bite to his words, "Are you not out at such a late time due to your own eccentricities? After all, I see no reports in your hands." Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins on what it means to grow attached.

Fics like chart a map to my unlearning

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