Crossposting Broken: Ghost Story

Chapter 48: Cynara

Monday, February 19, 2001

Cya felt like, if she held herself perfectly straight and perfectly still, nothing would fall off. Otherwise, she was afraid, she was going to shatter into a thousand pieces.

She kissed Dysmas and made the appropriate wiggle as he grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her in towards him, then headed off to class, not straightening her skirt until she was out of sight. Nobody tried to hit on her; Alexander looked over at her with sad eyes and she pretended she couldn’t see. Save your sadness for someone who needs it.

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Interlude: Joff

Joff woke up from a nightmare to find Zeke’s hand on his shoulder, his lover’s face just a few inches from his. “Joff? Joff, man, you were – you were doing that thing again.”

Doing that thing was fairly vague, but the worried expression and the emotions pulsing off of Zeke explained it well enough. “It was – it was Meshach again.” He had been feeling something from Rafe’s room.

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Crossposting Broken: Side Quest and A Dream Story

Twenty: The Kitten

The gardener in front of them cut a strange figure, her pockets wriggling.

Raizel bowed politely anyway. If she had learned anything so far on this trip it was that she might find the god-touch or even stranger things in places she was expecting nothing of the sort. “I, uh. I offer apology? We were hiding from,” she dropped her voice lower. “We were hiding from a deserter who wanted to accost us, and this was the first open gate. I didn’t mean to trespass.” She might have said We didn’t mean to trespass, but she was fairly sure the Diamond Raven had meant exactly that.

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Dream: The King’s Castle

Story based on a dream I had
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The King was raving.

Not that anyone would ever say that; he was the king. You didn’t mention he was raving — or hallucinating, or having fits — if you wanted to hold on to your head, your soul, and your volition.

But the King had gotten it in his head that one of his trusted advisers and lieutenants had betrayed him, and was going around the castle, using The Voice that filled every corner of that huge edifice, declaring that when he found that Lieutenant who’d betrayed him, he would kill them, rend them, destroy them.

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Beauty-Beast Twenty-Five: Kitten

 First: M/m Keeper/Kept

Previous: Home

He was startled and then terrified to find Timaios’ hand at the back of his neck.  He was going to be hauled off to a cage.  He was going to be locked away like the miserable bad thing that he was.  He was –

“Ctirad.  Look at me.”

He didn’t try to the fight the order.  He looked up, unable to control his expression and barely even thinking of trying. “Sir?”  A surge of misery struck him.  That was wrong, that wasn’t what he was supposed to call his master.  “Timaios?”

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Back from Talen Hall

 Written to Thnidu’s commissioned continuation of Down to Talen Hall. 

Do not go by the TalenHall
Where ruined Talen’s Holdings Lie

My sisters dance by Talen Hall
Where ruined Talen’s Holdings lie.
My aunts and cousins, once in thrall,
Sing taunting songs to pale moonlight. 

They were not my sisters, and yet they were.

My sister stood off to the side, an iron firepoker in her hand.  She’d grown while I was gone, and grown again in the time I’d been back.  She was a woman.

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