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		<title><![CDATA[Court of the Fallen - The Dusklight]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[your fucking god complex leaks out of you]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2026 08:40:55 -0600</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[[say]"Apologies for the delay,"[/say] Danta croons as he leads Quentin down the dimly lit corridors of the Dusklight. [say]"Things here have been a little slow to start what with Flowerbirth refusing to grow right."[/say] Gesturing vaguely about with a hand holding a black cigarette that smells faintly of vanilla, the Maverick shrugs and smirks over his shoulder. [say]"Good things come to those who wait though, isn't that what they say?"[/say]<br />
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He isn't sure he subscribes to that philosophy, much more a fan of immediate gratification, but needs and seasons must and so here they inevitably are. Behind various closed doors Quentin will already be able to hear the Dusklight's best and brightest at work - gasps, moans, the crack of leather and behind one particular door, the clang of a cowbell - but the room Danta arrives at contains little more than silence for now.<br />
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[say]"For all my complaints,"[/say] he continues, grinning and setting the cigarette between his lips, [say]"this <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">is</span> one of Asta's better seasons. I'd still advise you to keep your hands to yourself unless you'd like them bitten off, though."[/say] Straightening the cuffs of his shirt - a crisp white today, rolled to the elbow and paired with dark slacks and suspenders embroidered with pale yellow flowers, Danta reaches out at last to turn the doorknob, stepping into the room and gesturing for Quentin to follow.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[say]"Apologies for the delay,"[/say] Danta croons as he leads Quentin down the dimly lit corridors of the Dusklight. [say]"Things here have been a little slow to start what with Flowerbirth refusing to grow right."[/say] Gesturing vaguely about with a hand holding a black cigarette that smells faintly of vanilla, the Maverick shrugs and smirks over his shoulder. [say]"Good things come to those who wait though, isn't that what they say?"[/say]<br />
<br />
He isn't sure he subscribes to that philosophy, much more a fan of immediate gratification, but needs and seasons must and so here they inevitably are. Behind various closed doors Quentin will already be able to hear the Dusklight's best and brightest at work - gasps, moans, the crack of leather and behind one particular door, the clang of a cowbell - but the room Danta arrives at contains little more than silence for now.<br />
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[say]"For all my complaints,"[/say] he continues, grinning and setting the cigarette between his lips, [say]"this <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">is</span> one of Asta's better seasons. I'd still advise you to keep your hands to yourself unless you'd like them bitten off, though."[/say] Straightening the cuffs of his shirt - a crisp white today, rolled to the elbow and paired with dark slacks and suspenders embroidered with pale yellow flowers, Danta reaches out at last to turn the doorknob, stepping into the room and gesturing for Quentin to follow.]]></content:encoded>
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