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Primum Non NocereFirst, do no harm.Primum Non Nocere by WallofIllusion
"Where did Marie go?" Stein asked, suddenly noticing her absence.
"She left," Neigus said.
"While you were talking to that one," she answered, jerking her thumb at the blonde witch. Finding herself indicated, the witch looked from Neigus to Stein before wincing in a way that seemed more amused than embarrassed.
"Oops! I hope I didn't get you in trouble…"
"You didn't," he said flatly. But he could feel the movement of his colleagues' gazes, the way they looked at him and then away once they'd drawn their conclusions. If there was one feeling he knew, it was that one. "I think I should go see what's up, though."
Spirit waved him off, but before he could leave, Lord Death stopped him. "Stein…"
A pause, as if he actually had to think about what to say. "…Consider your priorities."
It was less harsh than what he could have said. Though don't date your partner was a rule that applied primarily to the s
No Rest for the Weary (SE fanfic, WIMTLC prequel)This is a prequel to my multichapter Stein-centric fanfiction, What it Means to Lose Control. If it interests you, there's a link below to the full fanfiction!No Rest for the Weary (SE fanfic, WIMTLC prequel) by WallofIllusion
They all turned to shuffle out, but Lord Death called only Stein back.
"Could you stay a minute? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
Marie looked at him in concern. But Stein's eyes slid over to Spirit on instinct; Spirit wasn't quite looking at him, but he didn't seem to be worried. He didn't have that shamed dog look to him that he sometimes did. So, Stein concluded, perhaps there wasn't a problem. He gave a little smile and wave to Marie, and to Maka who had looked back as well, and waited for everyone to leave and Lord Death to speak.
"It's good to have you back, Stein," he said at last. "We were hard-pressed without you. Especially since we lost Justin as well…"
Stein bowed his head. "Yes. I'd hoped we could apprehend him, but…"
"Well, you know. He's a deathscythe too. He's no pushover."
The Myth of Medusa (SE fanfiction)My sister told me the story of my namesake when I was very young. Told me the varied stories, in fact, the different versions as transformed by the Greeks and the Romans and their various cults. No version makes a particularly good bedtime tale. Myths are full of horrors and pain, and Arachne never spared any detail. I knew what rape was—could describe the act at length—by the time I was seven.The Myth of Medusa (SE fanfiction) by WallofIllusion
The first time she told me the story was after Mother's death, when I thought that I'd never be able to sleep. Shaula had already faded into dreams, having exhausted herself with hours of screaming and crying. I hadn't been crying. I could feel that there was sadness, but it was an arm's length away, and my face and chest felt numb. I was frozen. The ability to sleep, to do anything but sit and stare, had left me.
Arachne came in and sat on my bed, as Mother used to. I knew instinctively, when she reached for my hair, that she was trying to be just like Mother, and I didn't like it.