Two empty cups lay sitting on the table’s edge but Roy does not give them mind. One cup had been empty for the entirety of the evening; one cup he drank from directly. He had given a toast to a ghost, a ghost of a friend long dead. There were the memories with that empty glass he didn’t fill, so many memories that Roy thinks it strange that the cup
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Maes and Roy are one of my absolute favorite pairings--you did such a wonderful job of evoking Roy's profound loss. Truly beautiful!
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I loved it.. I loved Hughes and Roy fics.. and especially ones that deal with *THAT*.
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