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ha i have managed an update. the tiny amount of writing i’ve done this week
has all been on this chapter, re-editing the same paragraph in tiny little
re-iterations. we’ll see how it goes; it started out utter crap and now
it’s not so bad if i say so myself. nothing happens in this chapter but a
lot of things are discussed. i promise it’s emotionally juicy anyway. been
a minute since i updated this one what with all the other stuff going on.
peace-tied on AO3, the somethingth chapter
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/82088557
There was a nice looking-glass in here, so Roche availed himself of it to
style his hair properly, combing oil through it and then getting the curls
to lie just so. Especially since the hat kept getting yanked off him so
much lately.
It was grimly funny, he supposed; once upon a time, someone had cared for
him enough to comb oil through his hair for him, to use expensive scented
things and pamper him. But then Roche had failed at the most basic fucking
part of keeping a kingdom going, which was to keep the fucking king alive,
and the person who’d cared for him was dead now, and no one would touch him
gently ever again. All that was left for him was violence, and he’d take
that over nothing. Now that someone wanted to pull his hair he was
pathetically eager for it. Anything you can get, eh? he thought viciously
to himself as he gave up and pulled his cap on over his stupid hair. No
more time for moping.
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