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Judged in Silence

Judged in Silence

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 23, 2025
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Apollo gets stuck working with Simon Blackquill on a mock trial. He talks too loud, moves too much, says the wrong thing and Blackquill catches all of it. Every twitch. Every stumble. Every time Apollo breathes like he's about to say something dumb. It's like being dissected with a very sharp knife. That sometimes stares. Simon, on the other hand, isn't really explaining himself. Which is probably for the best, considering the real reasons he's paying so much attention Just a slowburn fic about my fav Simon flirting with Apollo (in his own way lol)
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