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On into the night the Lightkeeper worked, not daring to move from his desk so long as Rerir stayed asleep. All the while, he thought carefully about his current predicament, and what exactly he wanted to come from it.
November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
On into the night the Lightkeeper worked, not daring to move from his desk so long as Rerir stayed asleep. All the while, he thought carefully about his current predicament, and what exactly he wanted to come from it.
Then to Rerir, whose features were, at least for now, undisturbed. It was uncanny. For the Sinner to show any emotion other than anger or exhaustion...
And for his peaceful state to have been coaxed out by the reflection of Flins' own heart.
It was tragically poetic.
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And for his peaceful state to have been coaxed out by the reflection of Flins' own heart.
It was tragically poetic.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
Then to Rerir, whose features were, at least for now, undisturbed. It was uncanny. For the Sinner to show any emotion other than anger or exhaustion...
And for his peaceful state to have been coaxed out by the reflection of Flins' own heart.
It was tragically poetic.
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And for his peaceful state to have been coaxed out by the reflection of Flins' own heart.
It was tragically poetic.
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It would end in heartbreak and abandonment.
It could hurt his friends.
Worse yet, in his grief over losing the Tsar, his possessiveness could grow and drown out all rationality.
Wouldn't that be the perfect target for the Abyss to sink its teeth into?
Flins glanced over to his lantern.
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It could hurt his friends.
Worse yet, in his grief over losing the Tsar, his possessiveness could grow and drown out all rationality.
Wouldn't that be the perfect target for the Abyss to sink its teeth into?
Flins glanced over to his lantern.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
It would end in heartbreak and abandonment.
It could hurt his friends.
Worse yet, in his grief over losing the Tsar, his possessiveness could grow and drown out all rationality.
Wouldn't that be the perfect target for the Abyss to sink its teeth into?
Flins glanced over to his lantern.
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It could hurt his friends.
Worse yet, in his grief over losing the Tsar, his possessiveness could grow and drown out all rationality.
Wouldn't that be the perfect target for the Abyss to sink its teeth into?
Flins glanced over to his lantern.
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bring down the Wild Hunt once and for all, and how it involved showing kindness to a monster.
But what if he grew an attachment?
There was no bigger monster in this world than a greedy fae who had already been abandoned once.
Any attachment to Rerir was destined to fail.
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But what if he grew an attachment?
There was no bigger monster in this world than a greedy fae who had already been abandoned once.
Any attachment to Rerir was destined to fail.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
bring down the Wild Hunt once and for all, and how it involved showing kindness to a monster.
But what if he grew an attachment?
There was no bigger monster in this world than a greedy fae who had already been abandoned once.
Any attachment to Rerir was destined to fail.
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But what if he grew an attachment?
There was no bigger monster in this world than a greedy fae who had already been abandoned once.
Any attachment to Rerir was destined to fail.
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Flins was an old soul. There were things in life he was stuck in his ways about—things he was too jaded in all of his experiences to be moved by.
Matters of morality were squarely in the middle. It wasn't that Flins was overly forgiving. It was more that... he accepted the role he must play to
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Matters of morality were squarely in the middle. It wasn't that Flins was overly forgiving. It was more that... he accepted the role he must play to
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
Flins was an old soul. There were things in life he was stuck in his ways about—things he was too jaded in all of his experiences to be moved by.
Matters of morality were squarely in the middle. It wasn't that Flins was overly forgiving. It was more that... he accepted the role he must play to
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Matters of morality were squarely in the middle. It wasn't that Flins was overly forgiving. It was more that... he accepted the role he must play to
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in his collections. Here, in the dead of night, where the only ones awake with him were the ravens and wandering spirits in the graveyard above, that panic slowly unraveled once more.
In waves. Every bit of it gradually ebbed in bite-sized glimpses, and he allowed himself to chew on it.
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In waves. Every bit of it gradually ebbed in bite-sized glimpses, and he allowed himself to chew on it.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
in his collections. Here, in the dead of night, where the only ones awake with him were the ravens and wandering spirits in the graveyard above, that panic slowly unraveled once more.
In waves. Every bit of it gradually ebbed in bite-sized glimpses, and he allowed himself to chew on it.
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In waves. Every bit of it gradually ebbed in bite-sized glimpses, and he allowed himself to chew on it.
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It was an obvious conclusion to draw. But there was an element to the situation that left the fae feeling rather exposed.
That panic he had felt earlier was not something that had simply gone away. Not wishing to deal with it, Flins bottled it up and put it on a shelf—much like everything else
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That panic he had felt earlier was not something that had simply gone away. Not wishing to deal with it, Flins bottled it up and put it on a shelf—much like everything else
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
It was an obvious conclusion to draw. But there was an element to the situation that left the fae feeling rather exposed.
That panic he had felt earlier was not something that had simply gone away. Not wishing to deal with it, Flins bottled it up and put it on a shelf—much like everything else
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That panic he had felt earlier was not something that had simply gone away. Not wishing to deal with it, Flins bottled it up and put it on a shelf—much like everything else
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that Rerir's gaze calmed considerably every time it landed on his flames. Most thought the light unsettling. But perhaps a human corrupted by the Abyss could only be guided through the long, dark night they battled within themselves if they looked into the lantern's blue fire.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
that Rerir's gaze calmed considerably every time it landed on his flames. Most thought the light unsettling. But perhaps a human corrupted by the Abyss could only be guided through the long, dark night they battled within themselves if they looked into the lantern's blue fire.
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Goodnight, Rerir.
Unwilling to disturb the tranquility that befell the crypt, Flins continued polishing and mending pieces of his collection diligently by the light of the oil flame.
He didn't know how to feel about his theory being right.
Flins, the observant creature he was, had noticed
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Unwilling to disturb the tranquility that befell the crypt, Flins continued polishing and mending pieces of his collection diligently by the light of the oil flame.
He didn't know how to feel about his theory being right.
Flins, the observant creature he was, had noticed
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November 15, 2025 at 8:24 AM
Goodnight, Rerir.
Unwilling to disturb the tranquility that befell the crypt, Flins continued polishing and mending pieces of his collection diligently by the light of the oil flame.
He didn't know how to feel about his theory being right.
Flins, the observant creature he was, had noticed
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Unwilling to disturb the tranquility that befell the crypt, Flins continued polishing and mending pieces of his collection diligently by the light of the oil flame.
He didn't know how to feel about his theory being right.
Flins, the observant creature he was, had noticed
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// flins is old. he'll be patient. but he'll have his own moments of panic
November 15, 2025 at 5:05 AM
// flins is old. he'll be patient. but he'll have his own moments of panic
// i could see him crashing out if he realized his worldview was shifting and it did not compute
November 15, 2025 at 4:32 AM
// i could see him crashing out if he realized his worldview was shifting and it did not compute
// would he realize he's in love if he rested properly 🤧
November 15, 2025 at 4:13 AM
// would he realize he's in love if he rested properly 🤧
// now we consider that rerir was able to fall asleep staring at. what is essentially. flins' own heart/soul.......
November 15, 2025 at 4:06 AM
// now we consider that rerir was able to fall asleep staring at. what is essentially. flins' own heart/soul.......
// we...... should play............ i'm a scaredy cat though so i won't go in alone but i am decent at the game
November 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
// we...... should play............ i'm a scaredy cat though so i won't go in alone but i am decent at the game
// BUT ANYWAY he started #noticing the pink hues here and there before they could show visually to a human
i swear so many of my flins headcanons are based on ghost evidence in phasmophobia too 😭
i swear so many of my flins headcanons are based on ghost evidence in phasmophobia too 😭
November 15, 2025 at 3:20 AM
// BUT ANYWAY he started #noticing the pink hues here and there before they could show visually to a human
i swear so many of my flins headcanons are based on ghost evidence in phasmophobia too 😭
i swear so many of my flins headcanons are based on ghost evidence in phasmophobia too 😭
// i feel like flins can see auras naturally if he wishes, like an extended version of elemental sight
..... this headcanon is purely fueled by the perspective we saw in his demo with jahoda being yellow and flins was blue and everything else was desaturated
..... this headcanon is purely fueled by the perspective we saw in his demo with jahoda being yellow and flins was blue and everything else was desaturated
November 15, 2025 at 3:19 AM
// i feel like flins can see auras naturally if he wishes, like an extended version of elemental sight
..... this headcanon is purely fueled by the perspective we saw in his demo with jahoda being yellow and flins was blue and everything else was desaturated
..... this headcanon is purely fueled by the perspective we saw in his demo with jahoda being yellow and flins was blue and everything else was desaturated
The fae strode back to his desk and sat down, picking through his case of gemstones with great interest. Which ones needed maintenance? A little polish? This was the next task he would keep himself busy with as Rerir, hopefully, slept.
November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
The fae strode back to his desk and sat down, picking through his case of gemstones with great interest. Which ones needed maintenance? A little polish? This was the next task he would keep himself busy with as Rerir, hopefully, slept.
It was a valuable skill that allowed him to blend in better with the rest of humanity. But it would always be true that he was cold to the touch—and Flins was often thankful to live a life of solitude so that no one would ask him any related questions.
Until now.
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Until now.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
It was a valuable skill that allowed him to blend in better with the rest of humanity. But it would always be true that he was cold to the touch—and Flins was often thankful to live a life of solitude so that no one would ask him any related questions.
Until now.
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Until now.
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They quite liked the cold, and did not tolerate well what was warm. Flins was no longer afraid of heat, and rather welcomed it—but it wouldn't be amiss to say that his presence dropped the temperature of a room by several degrees.
He had learned to suppress this over time.
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He had learned to suppress this over time.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
They quite liked the cold, and did not tolerate well what was warm. Flins was no longer afraid of heat, and rather welcomed it—but it wouldn't be amiss to say that his presence dropped the temperature of a room by several degrees.
He had learned to suppress this over time.
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He had learned to suppress this over time.
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"They say that the light of the Azure Flame does not provide any warmth."
With no other explanation, Flins unclipped his lantern and placed it within Rerir's view, a couple feet away.
Truthfully, there was a reason the Snowland Fae did not venture to warmer climates.
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With no other explanation, Flins unclipped his lantern and placed it within Rerir's view, a couple feet away.
Truthfully, there was a reason the Snowland Fae did not venture to warmer climates.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
"They say that the light of the Azure Flame does not provide any warmth."
With no other explanation, Flins unclipped his lantern and placed it within Rerir's view, a couple feet away.
Truthfully, there was a reason the Snowland Fae did not venture to warmer climates.
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With no other explanation, Flins unclipped his lantern and placed it within Rerir's view, a couple feet away.
Truthfully, there was a reason the Snowland Fae did not venture to warmer climates.
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This is where his curations were stored. The fae plucked a case into his hands and grabbed a set of nearby tools and vials. All of this was carried over to his desk and set down neatly.
Then, almost absentmindedly—he turned to Rerir.
The fae, one foot in front of the other, drew near.
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Then, almost absentmindedly—he turned to Rerir.
The fae, one foot in front of the other, drew near.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
This is where his curations were stored. The fae plucked a case into his hands and grabbed a set of nearby tools and vials. All of this was carried over to his desk and set down neatly.
Then, almost absentmindedly—he turned to Rerir.
The fae, one foot in front of the other, drew near.
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Then, almost absentmindedly—he turned to Rerir.
The fae, one foot in front of the other, drew near.
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At first, he stepped lightly over to his shelves. The reports he just finished writing were in hand, and he carefully inserted them where they belonged for safekeeping until they could be delivered.
Then, he moved over to another set of shelves, more off into the corner.
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Then, he moved over to another set of shelves, more off into the corner.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
At first, he stepped lightly over to his shelves. The reports he just finished writing were in hand, and he carefully inserted them where they belonged for safekeeping until they could be delivered.
Then, he moved over to another set of shelves, more off into the corner.
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Then, he moved over to another set of shelves, more off into the corner.
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Flins let out a soft hum at Rerir's explanations.
It was quiet for a while after that. He continued to work while Rerir fixated his eyes on the floor beneath.
It was only as he finished his third and final report of the day that Flins slowly came to a stand.
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It was quiet for a while after that. He continued to work while Rerir fixated his eyes on the floor beneath.
It was only as he finished his third and final report of the day that Flins slowly came to a stand.
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November 15, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Flins let out a soft hum at Rerir's explanations.
It was quiet for a while after that. He continued to work while Rerir fixated his eyes on the floor beneath.
It was only as he finished his third and final report of the day that Flins slowly came to a stand.
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It was quiet for a while after that. He continued to work while Rerir fixated his eyes on the floor beneath.
It was only as he finished his third and final report of the day that Flins slowly came to a stand.
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