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journeyman-tier-fibercraft · 1 month

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Machine washed all my recent swatches. I should've taken a before photo for all of them but I forgor. Most of these have noticeable wrinkling which if I were more patient I would've controlled against. But at the end of the day if I'm going to make either a blanket or a sweater out of an machine dry-able yarn, I'm going to throw it in the dryer and live with whatever comes out.

Since I intend for this to be a master post for these swatches for me to refer back to, I'll update in a couple days with any that noticeably change gauge/get less wrinkled with relaxation. (Which I do expect, the "washed gauge" listed below should be taken with a grain of salt)

Willow Yarns Daily DK in Coffee (left), Willow Yarns Daily Worsted in Pomegranate (right)

Daily Dk swatch; 36 Stitches wide, US 6 (4.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 24 stitches by 33 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 24 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches)

Daily Worsted swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 22 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 22 stitches by 31 rows (per 4 inches)

Notes: These two value wools held up as expected to the washer/dryer. That is, not as well as Wool of the Andes Superwash (WotAS), but not Terribly. Putting WotAS through a cleaning cycle resulted in very little change in how the final product looked, there's a little pilling but the actual stitches are very clearly defined. With the Willow line, it's like the actual yarn is superwash (I'm able to unply the tails on these swatches fairly easily) but there's a halo around the yarn that is non superwash and thus felting. It doesn't seem to effect the actual fabric much, but it does make these swatches look more "aged" in comparison to the socks I knit out of WotAS even tho these swatches have only had one washer cycle and the socks have had multiple + wear. It's very possible that with a wool cycle washer/dryer, the surface felting would be less pronounced.

Premier Basix in Mahogany, Herrschners Supreme Worsted in Carmine

Premier Basix swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 18 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 18 stitches by 27 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The name does not lie, basic as hell value acrylic. Didn't get incredibly softer in the wash and feels very "sturdy" for value acrylic. Good stitch definition tho.

Herrschners Supreme Worsted swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; Possibly the most accurate Caron Simply Soft dupe I've ever seen. If I didn't hate that yarn I would be more impressed. Good drape for a worsted acrylic and impressive stitch definition.

Herrschners 2-ply Classic Afghan in Almond, Herrschners Baby Wonder in Sandbox

Herrschners 2-ply Classic Afghan swatch; 40 Stitches wide, US 4 (3.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 26 stitches by 33 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 26 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; This yarn is worse than the Herrschners Afghan yarn in practically every way. It was less pleasant to knit (had a plastic feel), less soft overall, and the scarring from wrinkles is far more pronounced. I would be less negative about this yarn if I didn't buy the superior version in the same lot but it is what it is.

Herrschners Baby Wonder swatch; 36 Stitches wide, US 6 (4.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 23 stitches by 30 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 23 stitches by 31 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The tension change from stockinette to garter really fucked this swatch up, it's rolling up noticeably more than the other swatches. Other than that, this yarn is pretty uneventful? It's not particularly soft nor particularly not soft. It's not something I want to rub my face on but I could wear a garment made from it without issue. The wool blend plays well with the acrylic in this yarn and the stitch definition is nice at this gauge.

Lion Brand Pound of Love in Straw, Herrschners Worsted 8 in Espresso

Lion Brand Pound of Love swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; I do not like this yarn but I got it for extremely cheap so I decided to throw it into this swatch mix and it's still the same. Has a rough plasticy texture in comparison to the other value acrylics I tested here. My biggest problem with it continues to be how inconsistent the texture is within the same ball of yarn, in this single ball I've used it's gone from relatively soft to relatively rough and back.

Herrschners Worsted 8 swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; I expected to utterly hate this yarn but I'm pleasantly surprised by it. The texture is Odd? I've not used a yarn that felt like this one for a very long time, it feels rather unenjoyable in the ball but knits up wayyy softer. I should've bought a lighter colour for this swatch since it's hard to tell the stitches from each other. I'll definitely consider using this yarn over my beloved Big Twist Value for blankets in the future.

Herrschners Afghan in Bing Cherry, Held Single (left) and Held Double (right)

Held Single swatch; 40 Stitches wide, US 4 (3.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 27 stitches by 35 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 27 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches)

Held Double swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches)

Notes: The real winner of this whole swatching is Herrschners Afghan held single. There's nothing wrong with it held double really (other than the terrible wrinkle but alas that's my fault) but held single, this yarn has incredible drape, softness, and stitch definition. For a really long time I've really wanted to knit a thin v neck sweater to replace one I had a good decade ago, but I've not found a yarn that would be worth the cost (both currency and labor) to justify knitting a sweater in my size at such small gauge. But This yarn absolutely hits that mark. A few negatives; Mild sheen (personal dislike, tho it's not terrible in this yarn). Had the most knots of any of the yarns I tested (I believe there was 3 total, 2 in one ball, 1 in the other). Center pulling this yarn was NOT fun, had major yarn barf that really wanted to tangle in on itself for one of the balls and the yarn is so light and airy it was hard to untangle.

Herrschners Aran in Heather, Premier Anti Pilling Everyday in Walnut

Herrschners Aran swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; Terrible. yarn. The nicest thing I can say about it is that I like the colour and that it holds it's shape well. It feels like the world's scratchiest wool but clearly made out of plastic and broken dreams. I've never had an acrylic yarn make my hands itch before. The only thing I could realistically see using this yarn for is something like baskets/yarn bowls.

Premier Anti Pilling Everyday swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 19 stitches by 25 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; stitches by 27 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The other yarn that reminded me of Caron Simply Soft but not nearly as impressive as the Herrschners Supreme Worsted. It does feel more sturdy than the Supreme Worsted but is maybe half as soft with a much worse drape. The only way I would buy this yarn again is if it was dirt cheap, otherwise it doesn't bring anything to the table that other yarns don't but better (other than maybe being anti pilling, tho I've never had a real issue with pilling from my value acrylics).

#knitting #knitblr #swatch rot?#this took over two hours to type up lmao #long post #i might eventually get more value acrylics to add to this comparison (RHSS. big twist value. whatever they sell at michaels)

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musictherapy611 · 11 months

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A day for finishing projects. First up, a plain but functional knit beanie, for charity:

Details: Caron One Pound, “Midnight Blue,” size 8 needles (circular and dpn). Mistake Rib is my favorite.

More importantly, the blanket I crocheted for my daughter is finally all DONE:

Details: Cascade 220 Superwash, Gold Fusion and Dark Violet, size F crochet hook. Identical (save for colors used) to the blanket I crocheted for my son.

Both completed just in time for the 100° F weather forecast tomorrow….

#knitting #knit beanie #crochet #crochet blanket

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sweaterkittensahoy · 7 months

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Good news! The coat is nearly done!

Weird news: somehow the coat is a little longer than the photo on the first row of blue. It should have needed a matching row of blue under it to get that long.

I'm supposed to get 6 stitches per inch, which I have in the knitpicks brava (all the citrus colors). I got 5 in the blue, but it's Caron One Pound, which is slightly thicker and causes this issue at times.

What IS surprising is how much COAT this coat is. I assumed Size 36 meant bust, but perhaps I was wrong. But I can't find a vintage sizing chart to confirm. I can say that the row measurement is off. It's about 1/4" an inch wider per three rows, so 1/2" per stripe (they're all six rows). So, yeah, that accounts for the extra width, but I truly can't figure out the extra length. Maybe it's because they're worked in the round.

Anyway, it's currently being washed to see if I can loosen the fibers a bit because this was one of those "Use a worsted but also a 3.5 hook."

If it comes together in the end, it'll likely become Sean's. Fits his shoulders like a dream, and that's a minor miracle for a mistake.

#coat #crochet coat #motif coat #hey i got out of making 24 motifs #i'll take it #crochetblr #crochet

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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crochetmelovely · 3 days

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The rest of my yarn haul from @joann_stores is here! A mix of @redheartyarns, Big Twist, Caron One Pound and Pound of Love yarn ✨️👋💗

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whoslaurapalmer · 9 months

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I have finished!!!!! my second mabel sweater!!!!!!!!!!!!!! little ufo my beloved 🛸🛸

(I can't find a good picture of her in this one so you just get, my sweater.)

this one worked up VERY quickly, since the picture was only on the front panel!! I got it done in two weeks, compared to the four weeks the tree one took, which was really fun! i think it looks very charming, but not quite as.....sleek as the tree one looks? maybe because the ufo has more of a shape-shape than the trees did. but that's like, an identifiable ufo, right?? I think so.

and yet, this one gave me????? quite a bit of trouble??????????? I don't know what happened. the front panel gained 3 stitches, back panel gained 3, and the sleeves were like a mile too long, even if they had the exact same number of rows. so I did pull out seven rows of the sleeves, and honestly I could've pulled out one or two more! but it sits much better now. the back panel also........it pulls up a little. it curves up at the bottom?? not in a bad way!! still sits great, just a thing it does. I also had to redo the collar -- the first collar I put on was, inexplicably too small. so I adjusted it and now it's a touch too big. BUT I'M NOT TOUCHING THIS SWEATER ANYMORE. IT IS WHAT IT IS!

I do wish I knew what happened though!!!! maybe my tension was off in parts???? maybe it was the yarn????? which is super weird to me -- tree sweater was made with caron simply soft, and this one was mostly caron one pound (which is the same weight as the simply soft, but just a touch, I mean really barely perceptible at ALL but definitely somehow, thicker) which is actually the yarn the pattern calls for!!!!!! I don't know! mysteries. 🧶 the sleeves were also not turned in the round, since it was a solid color with no pattern to account for. maybe that did something to the length of the sleeves??? I will never know.

next up is the sprinkles sweater!! I was working on that one first but had. some Math wrong on it. when I was repositioning the sprinkles in the pattern. so I'm going to move some stuff around and I think shrink the sprinkles and add another sprinkle pattern to really give variety. oh and have different color ribbing!!!!! but i will DEFINITELY measure things against the tree sweater so whatever happened with the ufo does not happen again!!!!

#love crocheting 🧶 cannot always count 🧶 but! if you cant really tell. then you still made a good piece 💜

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randomknittingravenclaw · 4 months

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Recently finished my first knit sweater! It took me about 4 months. The pattern is the classic sweater from DarlingJadore on etsy, and I used caron one pound in the color dark grey mix. It took me around a skeain and a half for a size large. I ended up finishing it just in time for the below zero temps in my area. Definelty loved the pattern, and am planning to use it again!

#sweater knitting #knitblr #knit sweater #handmade sweater #hand knitting

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recordofablerd · 1 year

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Starting a new c2c granny stitch blanket for a friend who's really been here for me through a lot of life stress this past month.

Yarn: Caron Ombre (4 skeins) in Lake Mist and Caron One Pound (1 skein) in Hosta

Hook: Boye Ergonomic, 5.25mm

#craft chat #crochet #blanket #c2c #granny stitch #yarn

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crvwnfought · 2 years

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with wyllas caron & aurore caron / @gcldenflwer & @aurorecaron where: the great hall. when: midway through the evening celebration.

watching one piece of his heart bind herself to another for all her days gave the lord of godsgrace very little reason to smile, but he’d maintain a neutral expression, a fragile one, and thankfully he was known for his quietness in recent years so no one looked twice while he remained on the sidelines for most of the night, watching the dancing rather than partaking. until a welcomed face caught his eye amongst the crowd. it was as if the gods themselves were reminding him that while his heart had lost one it had reunited with another, one trystane had only thought he would ever embrace again in his memories. their moments shared since their kiss rushed to the forefront of him mind, awaking not only a smile but a sense of boldness within the allyrion that he’d thought lost to his youth.

he strode through the crowd with eyes locked on wyllas. his heart pounded in his chest, still possessing a reluctance to draw too much attention to himself, but bravery - love even - kept him moving until he stood before the other man. only then did he realize that lady aurore stood beside him. quickly, he nodded his head in greeting to her. ❝ lady aurore. you look lovely this evening. i’m surprised lady ravenna could bear leaving you alone. ❞ as quickly as he looked at her, he looked away. warmth and affection swam in dark hues as he looked upon wyllas. there was never a moment where trystane didn’t think he looked handsome, but tonight, seeing him dressed in his finest attire, he looked more god than man. his heart stuttered. ❝ wyllas. ❞ fondness bled into his words. ignoring any hesitation, he reached out and grasped the other’s hand, raising it so he could place a kiss on the caron’s knuckles. ❝ would you do me the honor of joining me for this dance? ❞

#( let the clown music start )#i. trystane allyrion — thread.#i. trystane allyrion — with wyllas caron.#i. trystane allyrion — aurore caron.#i. trystane allyrion — event ; bound for eternity.#( also you two don't have to match the length i wanted to set the scene aklfhdsk )

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thecrochetcrowd · 1 year

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Crochet Bold Angles Pillow Pattern + Tutorial

Crochet Bold Angles Pillow Crochet Bold Angles Pillow The Crochet Bold Angles Pillow is based on a graphghan type of project. The panels you see are not separate and then sewn together. They are based on following a graph and changing the colours when needed to maintain the design. Technically speaking, this is not a hard design as the angles are consistent and the stripes are the same width. As…

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#4 Yarn #Caron One Pound #Crochet Home Decor #Crochet Tutorial #eBooks #Graphghan #Gray #Home #Pillow

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that-queer-crocheter · 1 year

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Sweater WIP! I have a few Caron one-pound skeins of yarn, so I decided to make a sweater with the yellow ones.

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#crochet #crochet wip #crochet pattern #sweater #crochet sweater

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months

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The mission was led by Colonel Paul Tibbets, who had flown the lead B-17 - “Butcher Shop” - on the first combat mission flown by the Eighth Air Foprce three years earlier on August 17, 1942. The crew included copilot Robert Lewis, bombardier Tom Ferebee, navigator Theodore Van Kirk, and tail gunner Robert Caron.

Pilot Paul Tibbets: “We turned back to look at Hiroshima. The city was hidden by that awful cloud… boiling up, mushrooming, terrible and incredibly tall. No one spoke for a moment; then everyone was talking. I remember (copilot Robert) Lewis pounding my shoulder, saying ‘Look at that! Look at that! Look at that!’ (Bombardier) Tom Ferebee wondered about whether radioactivity would make us all sterile. Lewis said he could taste atomic fission. He said it tasted like lead.”

Navigator Theodore Van Kirk recalled the shockwaves from the explosion: “(It was) very much as if you’ve ever sat on an ash can and had somebody hit it with a baseball bat… The plane bounced, it jumped and there was a noise like a piece of sheet metal snapping. Those of us who had flown quite a bit over Europe thought that it was anti-aircraft fire that had exploded very close to the plane.” On viewing the atomic fireball: “I don’t believe anyone ever expected to look at a sight quite like that. Where we had seen a clear city two minutes before, we could now no longer see the city. We could see smoke and fires creeping up the sides of the mountains.”

Tail gunner Robert Caron: “The mushroom itself was a spectacular sight, a bubbling mass of purple-gray smoke and you could see it had a red core in it and everything was burning inside. As we got farther away, we could see the base of the mushroom and below we could see what looked like a few-hundred-foot layer of debris and smoke and what have you… I saw fires springing up in different places, like flames shooting up on a bed of coals.”

Six miles below, the people of Hiroshima were waking up and preparing for their daily routines. Up to that point, the city had been largely spared by the rain of conventional air bombing that had ravaged other Japanese cities. Rumors abounded why this was so, from the fact that many Hiroshima residents had emigrated to the U.S. to the supposed presence of President Truman’s mother in the area. Many citizens, including schoolchildren, were recruited to prepare for future bombings by tearing down houses to create fire lanes, and it was at this task that many were laboring or preparing to labor on the morning of August 6. A radio broadcast announced the sighting of the Enola Gay soon after 0800.

The city of Hiroshima was annihilated by the explosion. 70,000 of 76,000 buildings were damaged or destroyed, and 48,000 of those were entirely razed.

Medical doctor Michihiko Hachiya: “Nothing remained except a few buildings of reinforced concrete… For acres and acres the city was like a desert except for scattered piles of brick and roof tile. I had to revise my meaning of the word destruction or choose some other word to describe what I saw. Devastation may be a better word, but really, I know of no word or words to describe the view.”

Writer Yoko Ota: “I reached a bridge and saw that the Hiroshima Castle had been completely leveled to the ground, and my heart shook like a great wave; the grief of stepping over the corpses of history pressed upon my heart.”

TCinLA

#Hiroshima #atomic bomb #WWII #history #Enola Gay #TCinLA #Thats Another Fine Mess

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archangelmacaron · 2 years

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NTMF College AU Chapter 9

hello again I am returned (it was just one day but) My brain shorted out for a minute there. Anyways enjoy (but oh no there's conflict)

- Once the sun had set completely, they headed out through the window.

The evening was bitterly cold. A bright moon was rising, revealing clouds scuttling across the sky. The wind whipped around the porch rooftop, whistling a bit. Noel rubbed her arms, feeling glad that Caron had thought to head back downstairs to grab her coat, a hat and even gloves. She suspected he might have dug around in her dresser for a bit to find ones that looked good together. Maybe he wants us both to be stylish? He is strangely thoughtful—more considerate than many humans I have met.

“Are you ready?” he asked, snapping his wrist. A chain dropped into his hand.

Oh. Perhaps I take that back...

“As ready as I can be, I assume.” She pulled her arms up and closed her eyes in a flinch, preparing for pain. She opened one to look at him again. “Please be gentle...”

The strangest expression passed over his face at that. “... ah, right.”

She closed her eyes tightly again and was surprised when she felt something much softer than a chain wrap around her waist. She opened her eyes to see Caron whipping the chain to the roof of the next building, and in a moment they were flying through the air towards it.

She bit her lip to avoid shrieking and threw her own arms around him tightly, although he was holding her quite firmly and there didn't seem to be a chance he'd drop her. She let out a gasp as they landed, her heart pounding so hard she could almost feel it in her ears.

“Are you... you're shaking. Is it too cold for that? We can walk, but it will take longer.” He had a sharp expression again as she stepped back from him, placing a hand on her chest to try and calm her heart.

“N-no, it's f-fine. I was merely startled, that's all. Please, I must ask again that you inform me before you take such actions!”

“I am not sure what you mean by 'such actions.' You were aware that we would be using this. Did you truly forget so quickly?” He turned away from her, looking at the next nearest building and the ground thoughtfully.

'Such actions'? Well—p-putting your arm around me, f-for one! Ah—no, that's—that's so silly, I cannot say that—

She cleared her throat. “I simply thought we would be using it to head towards the ground. I am not used to flying through the air, so it is a bit alarming for me. I will be fine if I have advance notice.”

She paused. “Is there anything else you might do to me that I should be prepared for?”

“'Might do to you'?” he repeated, raising a brow and seeming slightly amused. Noel felt the worst embarrassment yet as she realized the innuendo with which that phrase could be interpreted.

“Th-that is not—I—we-we were heading to the library, were we not?” She marched towards the end of the roof, peering out for herself. “It's tha—ah—“

She slipped, and didn't have time to panic before she was once again grabbed, yanked backwards, and held firmly against his body.

“Be more careful!” he growled. “Otherwise I will have to use my chain.”

Please, just throw me off this rooftop now... I can not handle where my mind is going anymore!

“Yes, I-I apologize,” she said meekly, then tried once again to change the subject. “Are you aware of where the library is?” She pointed again, this time without moving.

“There was a map on the... thing you showed me, on the computer.” He wasn't letting her go as he looked over the area before them—it's just to prevent me from falling again, that's all!

She let out a shaky breath. Every time he touched her, it felt like her brain was shorting out. Maybe it was simply because humans and devils were not meant to exist together, and physical contact was a blatant violation of that rule. Regardless of the reasons behind it, she still strained to focus. “The thing... oh, the webpage?”

“Yes, that. I believe I can recall the map well enough. We should be able to get to the library only using the tops of buildings. There aren't many people out, but this is an almost guaranteed way to avoid them entirely. Humans so rarely look up.” He snapped the chain out again, and she made a pained expression, hesitating before turning slightly to wrap her arms around his torso again. His large hand was still firm on her hip.

“L-let's not waste any more time, then.”

It didn't take long before they landed on the library's grounds, dropping down on the rear side where they were hidden from the street. The large, Gothic building towered over many of the other ones on campus.

“It's bigger than I expected,” Caron said, looking over it as he released her and snapped the chain away. “Not exactly the usual shape for a library, either.”

“I-it used to be a church, p-part of a m-monastery,” Noel explained, her teeth chattering a bit. “The ent-tire college did, but there aren't many b-buildings that remain. This, and then the p-performance hall—that is also the c-ceremony site—are the oldest.”

“It seems to be deserted. Any chance of a security detail?”

She shook her head, her shivering easing just a little now that she wasn't flying through the freezing air. “N-not in the library itself. I believe I mentioned earlier that the school has several guards that patrol the entire grounds. However, it is Saturday night, and there tend to be many rowdy parties that will keep them busy; very few students would be interested in sneaking into a library. It's not terribly likely we'll run into them.”

“There's still a chance, though.” He looked around suspiciously.

She nodded, shivering. “Yes, so let's hurry inside.”

Caron examined the vaulted library wall, finally nodding at one area. “There's a window up there that I can probably break without making too much noise, then I'll come back for you. Stay here, close to the wall.”

She nodded. “Um, good luck.”

He made a withering face. “I hardly need luck. I'm a—”

“Yes, I know. Great Devil. Please hurry, it's freezing out here!” She gave a small hop to emphasize it as she rubbed her arms.

He nodded, disappearing into the shadows as he headed up towards the window. She let out a sigh, hating how her breath hung in the air, and turned around—only to immediately be hit in the face with a light.

She held her hands up to block it, wincing. Have I truly been caught this quickly!?

“Hey, the library's cl—Noel? What the hell are you doin' out here?”

She recognized the voice and let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh—Fugo! H-hello!”

Her friend lowered the light, letting her see his messy blonde hair and scarred face. She could now see that he was wearing one of the school security officer's coats, although he seemed to have foregone the matching hat to keep his hunter green hoodie on under it.

That's odd, I thought only his brother worked as a guard...

“The library's been closed for hours now. Why are you sneakin' around here?”

He looked very suspicious. Noel hurried to think of an excuse or distraction. While Fugo was a bit of a prankster and constantly teased her and Jillian, he was far from stupid. She somehow needed to be sure that he didn't examine the wall in too much detail—and that he left her alone there before Caron returned.

It was going to be a challenge.

“Ah, I-I didn't expect to see you here!” She tried to keep her voice light. “I, um, was just looking for you.”

“You didn't expect to see me here and you were looking for me?” He looked dubious.

Ah, I've already said something wrong!

She tried again. “I was, um, th-thinking over what you said the other day, about how I um, needed to spend more time with people who are not Jillian and maybe even, um, d-date some! And so um, of-of course I'd—I'd totally love to go out with you!”

“Huh?” He looked even more doubtful—and a bit in shock, almost. “You changed your mind that completely, that fast?”

“Ah, yes. Um—“

There was a shattering noise from above, and Fugo looked up, starting to raise the flashlight to point towards it. She panicked and grabbed his hand, lowering it as she leapt forward—thankfully not stumbling on her prosthetics. She was now far too close to him, and it was a very different kind of discomfort she was feeling than when she was near Caron.

He didn't shake her off, but looked absolutely bewildered. “Noel, what the fuck are you—“

“Th-the truth is, I've always liked you!” she blurted out, covering up another noise of something falling. So much for breaking the window quietly! “S-so, I—I heard you were working part time as a guard, and I came to find you!”

“Who told you that? I'm not working part time. I'm just here as a favor for Oscar since the other guy called off tonight.”

She laughed nervously, letting go of his wrist as she had his full attention again—although he was clearly not buying a single word she was saying. “Ah, yes, that's what I meant. V-very part time. Just this part of time, that kind of part time. Um, c-could we go talk someplace m-more private? Perhaps warmer?”

She tried to flutter her eyelashes flirtatiously, feeling absolutely ridiculous. Fugo gave her another dubious look. “Sure, as long as you explain why you're really—“

His words were cut off as he suddenly collapsed. Noel winced as she saw Caron behind him, lowering his arm from where he'd swung it against Fugo's neck.

“He's fine,” he said to her unspoken question. He turned back towards the building. “Just unconscious. Now, let's—”

“Wait just a moment, please!” Noel turned to him with an anxious expression. “It's freezing out, Caron! We cannot simply leave him here.”

“Hmm?” He turned, giving her a questioning look.

“He could become hypothermic quickly in this chill. It's dangerous!”

Doesn't he understand that...?

“So...?”

Wh... what?

Caron had an expression that seemed colder than the air for a moment. He crossed his arms as he glared down at her. “We are wasting time, and we do not have much. When he doesn't meet the other guard for a rendezvous, they're sure to come looking for him. They will find him, and we should be sure they do not find us. I'm sure he'll survive even if he does get frostbite. You have a hospital on school grounds, do you not?” No... it's not that he doesn't understand... it's that he doesn't care.

Caron had turned to the building again. “Let's—“

“Caron, please!” She grabbed his wrist. She realized her lip was trembling.

I'm literally begging... for the barest consideration for another human life...

He stopped, looking back at her with an unreadable expression for a long moment, then seemed to sigh. “Fine. Find somewhere we can leave him, and I'll take him there.”

“Thank you,” she said. Her cheeks felt cold.

Was I crying...? It's just... I wasn't expecting that from him. I should be, though, he's a devil. This was the first time I was truly confronted with a 'devil's morality,' I guess...

Have I misunderstood things all this time? Will he treat me like that, as well, once our contract ends?

She tried to shake the thoughts off. There was no point in worrying about it now, she needed to get her friend out of the cold. She knelt by Fugo, looking him over, then smiled briefly as she saw a key ring clipped to his belt. She grabbed them and the flashlight he had dropped, standing back up.

She tried to make her voice cheerful, pretending there hadn't just been a small drama between them. “Here we are, the library keys. I'll try that door first. I'm sure the key must be on this...”

Caron waited by her unconscious friend as she tried the first few keys. She sighed with relief as the fourth one unlocked the door, and held it open. Caron unceremoniously threw Fugo over his shoulder, and walked inside.

The door led into a back hallway. Noel carefully clicked on the flashlight, keeping it pointed at the floor as she tentatively walked forward. She tried a door along the side, and looked back to Caron after peering in. “This seems to be a maintenance closet.”

“That'll do.” He walked over, and Noel grabbed his arm before he could throw Fugo onto the floor. “Please, be careful. He is a friend of mine.” Not that it would be right to be so violent with anyone!

He gave her that strange look for another moment, then carefully set Fugo down, closing the door and twisting the lock. “Where are the archives? You said in the basement?”

“The archives?” She started at him blankly.

“Where the forbidden tomes are? Those archives?”

“Um, I—I thought we would look for information that is publicly available, rather than...”

Caron shook his head. “Don't be ridiculous. The public archives will certainly be repeating the frivolous nonsense you read on your computer earlier. We need to go to the most esoteric sources we can find to get at the true heart of the mystery.”

She frowned deeper, but nodded. He had a solid point. She tried not to look too worried as she led him to the main hall. Well, I already summoned a devil, broke into the library, was party to an attack on poor Fugo, and oh, yes, have essentially been expelled! What's another sin to the list...

They walked into the main room. It used to be the chapel. The ceiling rose up four stories above them. Shelves and balconies had been built around the walls, but the center of the room was still wide open.

The empty building had no lights on, only the moonlight from windows far above dimly illuminated it. Her flashlight revealed dark furniture and shelves as they headed to the back of the room. She pointed to a velvet rope stretched between two pillars along the back wall. A curved desk sat in front of it. “That's the stairs to the basement archives.”

He glanced around the empty room. “It doesn't seem particularly well guarded, even when it would be open.”

She shook her head. “Normally, you only need written permission, and a librarian to accompany you down. From what I understand, there is a door at the bottom of the stairs that is locked, and then there are two more locked doors before you can get into the archives themselves.”

She looked around the counter as they reached it. “I'm not sure a campus security guard would have those keys... It's unlikely they would leave them out here, unsecured, either...”

“Don't worry about it.” The way he flexed his hand made her nervous. She paused, her forehead wrinkling in worry again.

“Caron... please do not be more destructive than absolutely necessary. This is a historical building, considered an architectural treasure. Many items in it are irreplaceable.”

He gave her a sideways look. “We won't be caught. You don't need to worry about the consequences.”

“That's not what I meant...” She looked at him, feeling like her forehead was going to be permanently furrowed as she sighed. “I... I suppose it is just our difference in morals, but I don't want to harm anyone, or anything, unless absolutely necessary. I only want an answer to this mystery, I do not want to leave a path of destruction behind me.”

“You're going to waste a lot of time with that attitude,” he replied, crossing his arms and looking down at her with his arrogant expression. “A group of people are out to kill you for reasons we do not yet understand, and you're worried about broken locks?”

She wrapped her own arms around herself, feeling chilled again. She looked away from him. “It... it is simply my preference.”

Why is this conversation making me feel so sick?

He shook his head dismissively again. “It doesn't matter—“

“It does to me!”

She blinked, covering her mouth, surprised at how loudly she'd cried out. He'd taken a step back, looking very startled.

She touched her forehead, turning away from him in embarrassment and trying to calm herself. “I apologize. I did not mean to shout...”

I'm being so ridiculous. Of course he has different morals. He's a devil. This is why—this is why dealing with them is a crime, isn't it? Because they don't care who they hurt, or what they destroy...

But he was so—so kind to me earlier, so thoughtful, and that had nothing to do with solving the mystery. He didn't have to get me food or my coat or extra blankets to nap on the attic floor. He didn't have to hold my hair back as I threw up, or tuck me into my bed. It couldn't have been because he felt he was obligated to.

But he was willing to leave poor Fugo out there—in this cold, if he wasn't quickly found, he would certainly have gotten hypothermia, if not died; he doesn't care if any of the other runner ups are in danger; and now he even wants to destroy parts of this building just to get through faster...

Why does that all hurt so badly?

She felt tears in her eyes. She rubbed them on the back of her glove, feeling frustrated. She heard his quiet footsteps as he walked up to her, stopping just behind her.

“It matters that much to you.” She wasn't sure if he was asking a question or making a statement.

“It's... it's not important. We should—“ She turned to walk past him towards the stairs and stopped. He'd caught her shoulder.

“Noel.”

She looked up at him. He closed his eyes, then looked down at her with another unreadable expression. “Let's look for the keys first.”

… what?

She tilted her head, but he let his hand slide from her shoulder and turned towards the desk without saying anything else.

She joined him, opening drawers silently, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.

“Here, these are probably it.” After a few minutes, she held up a ring with old iron keys on it. “They're marked 'Archives,' at least... I guess they never upgraded the locks?”

Caron had put his hand on his chin again. “I suppose there would be no need to, if no one was trying to steal anything... or perhaps the truly valuable items are not kept here after all.”

“Right... that is also a possibility.” One I do not particularly care for...

He turned towards the basement. “I suppose we'll find out—“

“You aren't finding out shit!”

“Eh?” They turned at the voice and the sound of stomping feet quickly heading towards them.

Noel's eyes widened in shock.

It was Fugo—a very angry Fugo, which was a Fugo she had never seen before, but beyond that, he was, impossibly, holding flames in either hand.

What on earth—how is he—

“I don't know what the hell you're doing with her, Devil, but it ends now!”

He lifted his hand and threw one of the fireballs directly towards them.

#fanfic

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𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓 | solo flashback thread.

a look into when wyllas caron first knew he loved trystane allyrion. | takes place about fourteen years ago from present day. ( @crvwnfought )

“ do not return until you are ready to be our son, wyllas.”

eyes watch from a crack in the door, little fingers peeping out to reveal their hiding spot. the man pauses in his departure, glancing towards where he knew the other girl stood. words rest uneasy in his mouth, aware he should say something. he does not. swallows down any parting peace he may have given his sister, gaze returning forward as he departs their childhood home. lightning strikes him down.

two years later.

the dream startles the man awake, heart pounding against chest as if it was a drum. his eyes open to stare at the night sky above him, counting dotted stars till he is no longer fighting to breathe. wyllas would bet all he had that the constellations looked more beautiful in dorne than in nightsong. patterns that had no name to him before someone had taught him them.

the man rolls to his side, gaze seeking out the shape of his companion across the campfire. relief fills his body as he confirms that his night terror did not stir them awake, not yet ready to confess why he never spoke of his family. why there was a small bundle of unsent letters in his bag tightly wrapped with string.

with no one awake to catch him, wyllas allows himself to drift off back to sleep, comforted by the rise and fall of the man’s chest.

hours later.

“ an ocean is an ocean, trystane, i do not truly think it matters where it begins.”

the words draw out a laugh from the taller man that reminds wyllas of two swords clashing against each other, mesmerizing. he hangs embarrassingly onto every word trystane says, listening to the man explain the legend of starfall as they ride.

silence rests comfortably between them once trystane finishes speaking, smile on his lips. it is a struggle to not let his eyes linger on the other’s body, to not be caught staring at trystane. a piece of him whispers that the man already knows his thoughts. that the way he holds himself higher on his horse, shirt unbuttoned in the heat, is all a performance for the caron. much like how wyllas insisted nightly on building their fire, so that he may bask in the feel of trystane peering at him over his book. dark eyes warming his body far more than any flame ever could.

they talk each night till trystane begins to yawn, politely bidding each other a good night. wyllas has to bite his tongue from asking him to share the bed roll each time. not daring enough to cross the divide between them, to give credence to his own desire, to claim trystane as his own. he wonders if there is disappointment in the man’s eyes when wyllas simply smiles and retires to his side of the fire, or if the light makes him see things.

“ wyllas, do you see it? the summer sea.”

words break through his day dreaming, coming to to see that trystane has briefly claimed the lead, glancing over his shoulder at wyllas with a look that knocks any air out of his lungs. it is a dangerous look. he forces himself to focus on the horizon in front of them, the light reflecting off the sea somehow feels less blinding than trystane’s smile.

“ let’s race. “

wyllas does not wait for a response before he is pushing his horse to rush forward, passing trystane easily and heading straight for water in the distance. there is a sound of disgruntlement from behind him, but wyllas’ laugh drowns it out. the ride is not long enough to quell all the feelings that rest within him. soon enough he is dismounting inches away from the water, the sound of waves make the hooves behind him sound louder.

trystane joins him, breathing heavily from the exertion. the water brushes their toes teasingly, wyllas far too focused on the summer sea in front of him to care about his boots getting wet. storm’s end could never compete with the ocean that lay before them. nothing in nightsong could ever compete with the way trystane’s hand finds his, fingers intertwining.

“ i told you it was beautiful, did i not?”

their eyes meet, trystane smiles again, and wyllas is suddenly drowning on dry land. every feeling he has carefully pushed down during their trip is suffocating him now. they are clawing at his throat, begging for him to give them air. begging to bask in the sunlight that radiates from the man beside him.

“ yes. it is. “

wyllas had spent nights fearful of claiming trystane as his, naively not realizing that it was not him claiming ownership. at some point, the other man had crept into every inch of his heart till it began to beat only for him. the caron realizes in this moment that he could cross a thousand seas, withstand armies entirely alone, just to experience the way trystane looks at him again.

“ wyllas? “

“ you owe me a reward, trystane allyrion.”

“ do i?”

a smirk of his lips. gorgeous brown eyes challenging wyllas. there are no shadows to misinterupt the way he looks at the shorter man.

words are not a sufficient answer, feet stepping forward so that he may pull the man into a kiss. wyllas surrenders himself to every feeling he has been containing, letting them spill out and into the gentle way he holds the other.

the caron hands over a heart he had been protecting fiercely since the day he left nightsong, entrusting it to trystane allyrion.

#no one asked for this but i wanted to write it #happy wyllas for a second #wyllas caron ; [ musings ]#ft. trystane allyrion.

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