Ask meme drabble written for this challenge. Prompt: Kate Bush, a deal with God.

Garrupe falls away from the faith.

(The one with the wound-fingering. )

Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.

Larry makes friends in the music industry.

Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.

Crozier fixes his mind on the recollection of cruelty, and starts to work on himself.

The Baron takes liberties.

“We raised a child together,” Jiang Wanyin says, voice thick with pain. “You two were sworn brothers.” He swallows hard and oh. Oh, no. Lan Xichen is not ready for this conversation. He is never going to be ready for this conversation. “And because of what he did, there is nowhere outside this room that either of us can mourn him.”

Lan Xichen has been in seclusion for half a year, healing, he thinks, from the way his world was upended that night in a temple in Yunping…

“I’m sorry,” he says, breathless and utterly unrepentant. He kisses at the corner of Sui Zhou’s mouth, petting down the column of his throat, tracing his fingers along the kick of his pulse. “Guangchuan, you poor thing, my good boy, come here.”