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nature has taught her creatures to hate by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
30 Mar 2025
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The door to Mr. Spider's home closes, and Tommy Bradstaff disappears behind it, and the book does not.
Jon picks it up.
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Sometimes Jon wonders who he'd be if Gertrude had taken his Statement that day.
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The Archive knows his place. He may not remember anything from his life before the tower, but he knows enough to trust Elias when he says it isn’t safe for the Archive to leave.
His place is here, with Elias, where no one can hurt him again.
He gets hungry, sometimes, when Elias doesn’t let him read enough statements, but that’s not so bad. Elias knows best, after all.
When a stranger crashes through his tower’s window, everything Archive’s assumed about his own nature and that of the world outside is turned on its head. He finds himself thinking that perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he left the tower, just for a day or two. Elias will never have to find out, anyway.
What could go wrong?
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Hardison starts a live-stream for Dragon Age to show off his new mods. And he kicks ass. But his viewers are actually a bit more concerned about the angry guy in the background of his videos, and the blond chick who keeps peering through his windows.
"Is this some kind of performance art," asks peskytroll341.
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“Ed never let me wear nice things like this,” he hears her as he strides by, intent on looking for some gas and a way the hell out of the traffic snarl they’ve landed themselves in. He thinks it’s a waste of time – but Rick is hell bent on heading to Fort Benning and fuck, it’s not like he has any better place to be.
Her words bother him as he works. They niggle at him for days, weeks, months after they leave that pathetic strip of concrete – the last place they saw that little girl alive. He thinks about it – the drab tans and browns that blend into nothingness that he’s seen her in. He thinks of the smile on her face as she’d pressed that red fabric against her chest and held it there. She’s quiet – pale and colourless since they left the farm. It’s like he can see the colour bleed out of her right before his very eyes. He wants her to smile again.
Ed never let me.
Well. Fuck that, he thinks. He’ll show that son of a bitch.