aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
I write a lot - much in established settings, some in one-off universes.
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The Faerie Apocalypse is liveblogged at [personal profile] faeapoclive, [tumblr.com profile] faeapoclive, and [twitter.com profile] faeapoclive. What what happens when the gods return to our world.
Stranded World (LJ Link), modern fantasy seen through the eyes of 4 siblings who work the webs of the world, each in their own way.
Reiassan (LJ Link), high fantasy in a world just recovering from centuries of battle.
Tir na Cali (LJ Link); technically modern fantasy, alternate-history timeline, primarily lifestyle-kink erotica.
Faerie Apocalypse (LJ Link), a dystopic modern and post-modern fantasy/apoc world. Faeries and gods live among us, disguised as humans, their culture underground.
Addergoole (LJ Link) is a school within the Faerie Apocalypse setting.
Vas' World (LJ Link): the team was sent to explore the planet for colonization. They could never have guessed what they'd find.
Dragons Next Door (LJ Link)is a fun high-fantasy-in-the-burbs setting with a few good-with-ketchup crunchy dark bits.
Facets of Dusk (LJ Link) is a mystery waiting to be revealed; come along for the show!
The Planners (LJ Link): When the Apocalypse came, they were prepared. Very Prepared.
Unicorn/Factory (LJ) of the costs of progress.
The Aunt Family (LJ) - a mysterious family with some very strange magical artifacts.
Space Accountant (LJ) All Genique wanted was a nice vacation.
Shadow Rebellion (LJ) It all started with the shadows moving...
Science! (Lj) Why haven't Mad Scientists taken over the world yet?
Fairy Town There's something about the city. Something in the water, maybe?
Setting Nursery - these one-off stories may blossom into settings some day (incomplete)

All of my writing here is crowdfunded and crowdsourced; comments and suggestions keep the gears spinning and donations keep the power on.
My Donor landing page is here (and on LJ); you can tip (tips go in a general pool to sponsor longer stories, voted on monthly), sponsor an already-written story, or commission a story to be written.

Once a month I open up a call for prompts; the Giraffe Call's landing page is here and on LJ.

I hosted a 30-days of flash fiction meme: its landing page is here (LJ Link)

I have been published:
An Electric Tragedy
Addergoole, my ongoing webserial
Tales for the Sugar Cat, my ebook
Shifting Hearts, a therian romance
Kazkah Press, a flash-fiction webzine

Wikis of setting information currently exist in various stages of completion:
Addergoole: the Original Series - semi-defunct, but has information still being migrated to the below wiki
Addergoole Year Nine - and beyond
Reiassan
Faerie Apoc
aldersprig: (flower aldersprig)
I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 4th prompt, from KissofJudas ("Was that door originally there?")


The team had been lost for days.

They didn't get lost. They'd been hired not to get lost; they'd been hand-picked not to get lost. They'd all specialized, in their own way, in not getting lost.

And they'd gotten more lost than they'd ever been before.

It was this place, this labyrinthine old stone stack, like Lovecraft's hotel meets an archaeologist's nightmare.

Alexa's hand brushed a doorknob, and it tingled. She stared at it.

They'd been over this stretch of hallway three times already - at least she thought they had. "Was this door originally here?"
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 3rd prompt, from DaHob (She opens the man-sized box)

Zina walked around the thing three times before she starting cutting tape. It was the size of a coffin, not a typical birthday present at all, and labelled all over with caution and fragile stickers.

It was also the only present the northern baroness had gotten for this birthday.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the 2nd prompt, from Kelkyag (Gremlins!)

The car stopped. Again. Geoff checked the trunk, under the seats, the glovebox, and the little side-cup holders, again. Someone had hexed him, it had to be. But where was the mark?

Under the hood, the gremlin giggled.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
I asked for something fun to write here; this is to the first prompt, from Rix (When the family found out how great-grandma & great-granddad _really_ got together.)

"...and then I killed the beast." Great-grandma leaned back in her chair, grinning. "And since I'd killed it, I got its prize." Her hand landed comfortably on Great-grandpa's neck.
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“Um... guys?” Lewis’ voice from the back of the party wagon cut off whatever DK’s next argument would be. “Guys, I think we have a problem.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Kill him. Kill him now. Kill him with fire and with silver, with cold iron and hot coals”

“Um...”


Current Word Count:
31891

Words Yesterday:
972

Par:
31780

Death Count:
9+
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
And I will write at least 10 words of it.

(I'm suffering mid-nano burnout).

Bonus points (at least 20 words!) if it's Tir na Cali related, since that's this month's theme.

No promises re. cliffhangers.
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of Monday:

It ripped my bandages but barely touched my skin.

Three shots rang out, one, two, three, steady and even as a metronome.


Last Line of yesterday:

Getting enough gas to even get to our destination is going to be tricky.”

Current Word Count:
30,920

Words Monday/Yesterday:
1621/310
I gave up and moved my wordcount goal from 45,000 down to 37,800. Stress, too much stress.

Par:
33,000 31,000

Death Count:
9+
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of Saturday:

I took inventory - Ess had a few nicks, and what looked like a blossoming bruise across the jaw, but not all that worse for all the wear we’d all just gotten.

Last Line of yesterday:

I stepped up just as it swiped at Candy, managing to catch most of the swipe on my jacket. It ripped my bandages but barely

Current Word Count:
28,989

Words Saturday:
2028

Words Yesterday:
209

Par:
30,000

(I decided that I could add 101 words to each day between today & the 30th, rather than stress myself yesterday)

Death Count:
9+


I still need to pick who died in chapter 4 and who was shot in chapter 5, also who went with them to the hospital. Any takers to pick from a list of names?
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Reynard woke to the point of a blade.

It was pointing, very, ah, pointedly, right between his eyes, and it was very clearly wood. He found it held his attention very... sharply.

The blade moved, although not in a way that he found at all comforting; it shifted from eye-crossingly close to his nose to ball-tighteningly close to his throat.

"The next word out of your mouth...." The voice warred for his attention with the blade. It was what had been called a whisky voice, throaty and husky. Definitely female, though. "...had better be yes."

Reynard swallowed, forcing his throat against the blade. Bad idea. He shifted - tried to shift. Something pricked into his wrists, which were, it appeared, tied behind his back.

Ah, it was all coming back to him. Yes, she had him in a very... tight... position.

"You Belong to me."

Yes, yes, that had been what he'd thought she'd say. He swallowed, reminding himself forcefully of the blade at his throat. "Yes."

He waited for the air pop, for the feeling of falling. It didn't come.

Still, the blade stopped poking him. He tried, hard, to bring his vision into focus.

She was putting the blade away. She was sheathing the blade, on her belt. That might be important later. Reynard swallowed. "Ah...?"
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
After:
Unrepentant
Eriko
Revenge


Cya was not used to people not knowing her.

She was used to people not knowing her name went with her face - not here, not in Cynopolis/Boom Town/Her City. It was, after all, her city. But she was not used to people not knowing that her name went with her reputation. Not anymore.

There were a few, of course. Boom were big, but they weren't actually the biggest crew in the world, and they weren't the only crew of fae out there, doing things.

But they were loud - explosive, even - and that meant that most people, at least in this corner of what had once been the United States, had heard of Boom. They hadn't always heard of Cynara, Red Doomsday. But when she said, "Cya, of Boom," most people knew who she was.

Dysmas was an odd case - Dysmas, and, now that she had her in a box, Eriko. They knew Cynara. They knew that her face - which had, after all, not changed in fifty years - went with the name Cynara, although they were more likely to put cy'Drake with it than Doomsday.

It was like a loose tooth. She couldn't help wiggling it.

Eriko was - not all that fun, not really. She was too stuck in her own little world, even now, even neck-deep in Cya's world, to really understand to whom she was talking - or, more importantly in Cya's way of thinking, to what.

So that left Dysmas to talk to. And she found, thus, that she kept seeking him out.

It took him a couple times to notice that she always seemed to be where he was. The third time she tracked him down - Found him, really - he was at a local market, looking over a tailor's wares.

"You seem to have a knack for finding me." He sounded like he was complaining. The tailor - who knew who was standing in his shop, since Cynara had Found him and offered him a place and custom - giggled nervously.

Dysmas didn't understand. "What?"

"You were joking, yes, sir?" Dysmas carried himself like one of the Returned Gods, like he expected tribute. The tailor - Sania, his name was, John Sania - must have assumed, thus, that he was a friend of Cya's. "She's Doomsday. Of course she can find you."

"Yes, of course." Dysmas was not very good at hiding it when he was confused. "She's... Cya, what is he talking about?"

She noticed the way the tailor found a way to be behind his counter, just then. She didn't blame him. She coughed, politely. "I'm Doomsday," she said, trying not to giggle. "I find things."
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“Hell, kids.” He shook his head. “So, what are you going to do?”

Last Line of yesterday:

“There’s a neck brace in the first aid kit.” Ess - thank god, not-that-I-believed-they-helped, Ess - squirmed up from between the wreck of two seats.

Current Word Count:
26752

Words Yesterday:
1609

Par:
27,000

Death Count:
8+
aldersprig: (Cali)
I asked people here what their favorite Cali things were. This came from a backchannel prompt

"I hear you volunteered."

The woman - girl, the girl - was looking at Tom in a way that left him feeling naked and exposed.

Of course he was naked, except the steel collar locked around his neck. He raised one hand to it. It was light, lighter than he expected, but it was still metal, around his throat. "Um. Yeah. Err. Ma'am."

Her laugh sounded like bells. It had to be an affectation. Or she was really All Star Cheerleader of the Kinky Slave-owning Club. "I'm not the one you're going to have to ma'am. And I believe you'll be glad for it?"

"Ah?" Thomas coughed again. "And why is that?" He kept his eyes on her. It was best to keep his eyes on her.

"Because." She gestured, florid and flowery, and he had to look. "These are mine. And, while they enjoy it, I doubt you would."

In the shade of a marble awning, in the midst of the biggest garden-type-thing Tom had ever seen, four slaves posed languidly. By some definition, they were wearing more than him - they had tinkly little chains around their wrists and ankles, an they were smiling, hapy, mellow smiles.

Thomas coughed. "No. Ah, no, ma'am. Probably not."
aldersprig: a brown-skinned girl with elf ears, yellow eyes, and a red hood carrying a notebook. (CiaraPicture)
Today's news covered the 45th Anniversary of the Moon Landing, which, in my Addergoole-centric way, made me realize it's been five years since I wrote the Addergoole story of the Moon Landing.

If You Believed..., titled from the R.E.M. lyrics, is set in Addergoole, 25 years after the moon Landing.
aldersprig: (Cali)
Favorite Cali character/subsetting/situation/scenario?

Anything you'd like to see me do more of?
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

The world was on fire. Ahead of us, where Syracuse would be, the pre-sunrise sky was lit up with orange and shadowed with grey.

Last Line of yesterday:

“She shouldn't be moved,” Lewis sighed, “but we shouldn’t' stay here, either.”

Current Word Count:
25143

Words Yesterday:
1002

Par:
25500

Death Count:
6+
aldersprig: (LynConstruction)
We have 8 4x6 raised beds against the garage in two 4-bed rows, made of 1x8" locust boards.

We bought - late in the season because of shenanigans - locust enough to raise 4 of the beds up to 16" (The posts were left tall last year for that purpose) and - even later in the season - compost/topsoil mix to fill them.

Saturday, I hauled approx. 100 gallons of dirt (mostly in 5 gallon buckets) to get one bed filled up to the top & transplanted a couple of plants that had been waiting (one poor little tomato plant is like 8" tall and already giving me one solitary tomato).

Yesterday, I was working on leveling the back beds up to their first boards before adding in the second row. I stood on the front board to smooth out some dirt...

...and the board tipped backwards out of its screwholes, neat as you please.

Whoops.

Longer screws, more screws, board replaced. But seeing all the roots there was kinda neat. Maybe my next project, I'll make clear plexi raised beds.
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

I don’t think we’ve ever acted so fast; we turned, we dove, as a team, taking him to the ground.

Last Line of yesterday:

I started to pry myself out of my seat, and then realized I didn't really have to; I could see it out the side windows, too.


Current Word Count:
24141

Words Yesterday:
1487

Par:
24,000

Death Count:
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
After Eriko


It was tempting to some small, vindictive part of Cynara to leave Eriko down there.

The cells she had built were two stories underground, encased in solid rock and paneled in thick enough hawthorn to make any Workings pretty much impossible. They were connected to the city's grid - there was electricity, and water, and air - but they were, rather than under her house, under a warehouse in a completely different sector of the city. If she wanted to, she could close the outside door, seal the earth over it, and pretend there had never been anyone there at all, and nobody except her and Eriko would ever know the difference.

They - Boom - were, however, theoretically the good guys. It would take a fae a long time to starve to death - very long, if the things Cya had learned were any indication - and it was a horrible way to die. Not among the worse, but certainly not among the easiest ways Cya knew.

Thus, she had one of the City employees detailed to sending food down three times a day, and once a week, she visited the bitch herself.
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aldersprig: (Rin)

Chapter Three

An Introduction to Aether


“And what about the aether you so misuse?” The boy who was presumably called Pyoter and just as presumably a member of Alchemy House leaned forward, sneering his accusation at Tairiekie’s guide.

“I wouldn’t say there’s any misuse going on.” Lielbyim had gone from icy to glacial. Maybe Pyoter really would need that unseasonable hat.

“Of course you wouldn’t think there was.” The blue and grey student was not shouting, at least. Someone here had to keep things to an indoor-discussion volume. “You don’t understand the aether in the faintest, and you’re going to pull it and push it and twist it like some hottest-day-fair-taffy. You people are ridiculous.”

Push and pull and twist the aether? This was what she’d come here to learn! Tairiekie took a step forward, not wanting to miss a thing.

But Lielbyim just shook her head. “This isn’t the time or the place for this argument. We should have it sometime in private, perhaps, or in the debating hall. But not in front of the new students.”
Tairiekie shared a glance with Kinyozhanya. They were both being talked over as if they were children, yet again. And this time by another student. What was going on with the aether? As if they were one being, the two of them stepped forward.

Pyoter seemed to have the same feeling as they did on the matter. “They have a right to know what they’re getting in to. They have a responsibility to understand that they are signing up to entrap and mutilate the life of the universe.”

Entrap and mutilate? Entrap and mutilate the universe?
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aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“Hey!” Mary managed to force the door open the rest of the way. “I wasn’t the one who screamed!”

Last Line of yesterday:

And by Remembered, I mean he grabbed Dorian by the back of the neck.

Current Word Count:
22,654

Words Yesterday:
1511

Par:
22,500

Death Count:
6?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
And one dead Swamp Thing
aldersprig: (Cali)
me: During US Civil War, California said "no thank you," West coast split off into its own country.
me: modern era, except that the "US" - the rest of the country IRL - never quite got out of the 50's morality - rather prim, rather prudish, except underground - and Tir na Cali is known as a place of sexual licentiousness - run by a woman! - and sin. And they evil Californians like to steal away teenagers to California and sell them into slavery. Debauched slavery!
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“So. Killing fae.” I’d said that already, hadn’t I?

Last Line of yesterday:

“We just wanted to see what was going on, and then we tripped over a foot, and I - I mean and Mary screamed.”

Current Word Count:
21143

Words Yesterday:
1524

Par:
21000

Death Count:
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
 photo 359_zps56d74fc4.jpg

Chapter Three: Taslin

Duck

“Duck! Damnit, Taslin, I said duck! The next time you miss, I’m going to leave you so sore you can’t lift a sword nor spear for a week!”

Gan was shouting. Taslin found her lips curling back in a grin, so, instead, she ducked her head. “Again, ma’am Ganlenrel?”

“Again! I’ll give you again, you worthless Outer-Circle mutant of a waste of armour, again, now, and what did I tell you about keeping that left arm up, Gladiator, keep your arm up and keep that shield up! Now duck, and what did I tell you about playing to the crowd?”

Taslin dropped down under Gan’s blade, rolled in a move she’d been practicing on her own, and came up just behind the trainer’s off-hand. “Don’t do it unless I can do it right, and forget playing to the crowd until I can survive three fights in a row with no new scars. Right now I’m fodder for the mill.”
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aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of Friday:

He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.

Last Line of yesterday:

I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?

Current Word Count:
19619

Words Weekend:
4488

Par:
19500

Death Count:
Oh dear bog I've lost count. Umm...
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
aldersprig: (Cali)
Dr Who - Donna Noble. If Donna winds up there, I'm sure the Doctor will follow.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4710363#t4710363
aldersprig: (Cali)
Answers to the "give me a setting/char to xover with Cali meme here:

Luna Lovegood (who, I believe, has grey eyes) wanders vaguely into Cali!
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/745300.html?thread=2792276#cmt2792276

The Doctor in Tir Na Cali, please?
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4709083#t4709083

Mind you... if a portal to another universe is going to open anywhere, it'd be Eureka.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/878555.html?thread=4709851#t4709851
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

Rin & Girey: "I think you missed your calling."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2791583#cmt2791583

Kai & Conrad: "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2791839#cmt2791839

Agatha and "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" or perhaps, "Stop trying to cheer me up!"
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2792095#cmt2792095
aldersprig: (flower aldersprig)
Doing a bit of catching-up as well as trying to get CampNano words written today (it's raining and I'm sore everywhere after yesterday's yardwork/LARP).

Here's an excerpt from an Aunt Family piece I'm writing for Kelkyag that I thought people might find interesting as a stand-alone tidbit:

The Grannies liked pushovers, and that was something Evangaline was coming to learn was not just a function of their particular branch. Every Granny everywhere had some feeling that they should have been the Aunt, would have been better as the Aunt. And every Granny everywhere wanted a piece of the power.
aldersprig: (Doorway to Clouds)
From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

That group of people who pop through portals/doors to different universes: "That is one hell of a mess."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790815#cmt2790815

"This one's on me." Luke and Doug.
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4705342#t4705342

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jin and Junie
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4708158#t4708158

I think you missed your calling... Space accountant!
http://aldersprig.livejournal.com/877118.html?thread=4706622#t4706622
aldersprig: (BookGlasses)
From the Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something meme here

Cya and one of her Kept during AG: "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790047#cmt2790047

Boom: "Everything’s going to be fine."
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790303#cmt2790303

Sheen and Emrys: "Where the fuck did that clown come from?"
http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/744095.html?thread=2790559#cmt2790559
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

“Sir. Sir, I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding.”

Last Line of yesterday:

“Good.” He looked around at the mess. “You kids can fight.” He stepped over the body like the

Current Word Count:
15131

Words Yesterday:
1985

Par:
15,000

Death Count:
4
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
aldersprig: (campnano13)
My parents were in town!

First Line of yesterday:

Of course, the house was locked, unlike the garage. But one of the Interfaith guys – Ric – turned out to have a secondary skill of picking locks.

Last Line of yesterday:

Well, right now was not the moment to change it, and I wasn’t going to involve Rebecca in someone waving a gun around, just because she - or, say, Jordan or Sophia or Brenden - looked more like good kids than I did.

Current Word Count:
13146

Words Yesterday:
933

Par:
13500

Death Count:
Still 3
aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
I apologize; it appears that "posting serials on time" is a skill that can atrophy from nonuse.

Inner Circle will be up today; Edally will be up next Wednesday, hopefully on its own new web page.

I could use some help!

I need to pick Wordpress themes - https://wordpress.org/themes/ - for both Edally & Inner Circle. If you pick something (pref. free), I'll take it; if it doesn't work long-term, I can change it, but that will stop the decision freeze I'm having.

I also need (preferably Creative Commons or free-to-use) header images for both - something I can modify with the title (Unless you're feeling very helpful, in which case, something appropriate & modified with the title).

Again, my apologies, and thanks in advance.

~L~
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

At first, it was one jeep, one khaki-green jeep driving by.

Last Line of yesterday:

And the garage was empty of cars, just the lawn mower and a couple of kayaks.

Current Word Count:
12213

Words Yesterday:
1617

Par:
12000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded
2 left the party
aldersprig: (campnano14)
Glad I have - had - a buffer!

First Line of yesterday:

“That’s the best I can do for your arm here.”

Last Line of yesterday:

Then the army jeep showed up.

Current Word Count:
10596

Words Yesterday:
1323

Par:
10500

Death Count:
3
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of Saturday:

“Just head straight down this road for a bit.” Byron settled into the front seat.

Last Line of yesterday:

“Here we go.”

Current Word Count:
9273

Words Saturday/Yesterday:
1518/1524

Par:
9000

Death Count:
3
2 wounded
aldersprig: (Cali)
This is an ongoing Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.

Table of Contents here


Fade in from commercial to find Lord Lorcan the center of attention from the whole room. “I think I have a plan,” he begins. “You see, while the royals of Tír na Cali are as much prisoners in our country as our slaves our on our estates - some might say more so...”

Sophia, Duchess Charlotte Prentiss, is making her goodbyes while her entourage loads the car. “It was so nice of you to let me stay here, Lorcan, and so good to see you again.”

“Lovely to see you as well, Charlotte. You should visit more often, I do so enjoy your company.” He has to stand on his toes to kiss her cheeks, but he does so with no apparent discomfort or embarrassment. “You’re like a breath of fresh air here, and I do get tired of the stagnant ocean breeze.”

Charlotte’s laugh carries, the same way Lorcan’s voice and hers do - by design, without sounding as if they are doing so on purpose. Lorcan is smooth; he could be a grifter himself.

“Oh, Lorcan, you’re so funny. You really should visit me sometime.”

“Oh, I’ll try, but you know how my mother and my grandmum are. They don’t like to let me out of their sight for long.”

“You could tell them I’ll take good care of you, dear.”

“I’m sure they’d believe you, too. Oh,” He makes a moue, “where has my brain gone? I almost forgot my parting gift for you.”

Flash back to Lorcan, who is flipping through images on Lady Anastasia’s laptop - redheaded girl after redheaded girl. “The thing about Californian royalty - well, it’s two things. One. We all look the same. It’s not just dear Ana here and her sisters. We all look the same.”

“Your royals wear collars?” Parker leans forward to study an image - a mug shot, really, a girl in her late teens wearing a steel collar. Her hair is pulled back, and her face is nearly Ana’s.

“Two,” Lorcan answers, without appearing to notice the question, “we tend to fuck our slaves.”

He pretends not to notice the look that Hardison and Parker shoot Eliot.
aldersprig: (campnano14)
First Line of yesterday:

For a few minutes, we drove in silence, except for Byron’s directions: turn here, turn there, go left.

Last Line of yesterday:

The river was burbling unhealthily, and we had miles to go before we slept.

Current Word Count:
6231

Words Yesterday:
1533

Par:
6000

Death Count:
3

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