aldersprig: a derelict house (Haunted House)
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous: Finding Him

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The poor horses were sad.  Mélanie couldn’t really blame them.

She patted the horse on the nose, reassuring it, and it turned back to the road before the two buffoons noticed what it was doing.  She had just a moment to time this right. The horse seemed to stumble, tripping on thin air, slowing the wagon down to a near-stop.

Mélanie mentally promised the horse all the apples she could find for it, and sugar cubes, and the best currying of its life, all as she hopped up into the wagon.  There was Jasper - drugged, from the looks of it, his eyes open but not tracking - well, not that she could tell if he was tracking her, anyway; she was still invisible - his hands tied behind his back, a heavy canvas gag over his mouth, his feet bound.

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Decisions weren’t easy, which was how she’d ended up in college.

Rory had suggested it, Ioanna had seconded it, and she went to the same school as Io, pooling child care and sharing a big house off-campus.

It was a foreign land.  She hadn’t meant to end up in the support group....

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aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
So Chanter-Greenie asked for a continuation of Under Water, and it turned out I already had 500+ words written on that, so voila!  



Aelia screamed.  The secretary screamed some more.  The man gasped, screamed, and spat up water all at once.

“Call an ambulance,” Aelia repeated.  Her voice at least sounded like her voice.  “I’m Aelia Hartman. I know I look - funny, sure - but this is the guy who just tried to drown me.  I fought back. He’s breathing but I’m worried about him. Please call 911.”

The secretary, staring, pulled out her phone and dialed 911.  Once she had gotten through the phone call - full of shaky words and not a small amount of gibbering - she looked at Aelia again.  “Are you really-”

“Yeah, sorry.  I don’t know what happened.”  She poked the man in the chest.  “You. Stay there. You need medical attention, and also, I think you’re a murderer.”

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aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)
Addergoole, sometime after year 9



“I don’t, uh…”  He wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, something more like amused and a little awkward.  “I mean.  That is.  Girls…?”

The last time this had come up, he’d gotten punched.  Not by the girl; by her brother.

This woman - this girl?  This Valkyrie with the horns curling out of her head and eyes like shadows themselves, she just smiled at him. “Conveniently, I don’t do guys.”

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aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: M/m Keeper/Kept
Previous: Memory

This chapter comes with an additional content warning:
While I'm dancing around it quite a bit in this chapter, there is body horror in what Ctirad and his former Owner find in the basement. 

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Ctirad leaned against Timaios again and focused on his breathing.  “Can I…”  What was he doing.  “..Sorry, nothing, sir.”

“You may ask for anything you want without punishment, Ctirad, especially while you are here, alone in my room, and someone is doing something as intimate as searching your memories.”

“It’s all right, sir. It’s nothing.”

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aldersprig: (kai-sky)
This comes from a conversation I had with Inspector Caracal & Lilfluff on Mastodon. 

Content warning: Attempted murder.  

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The school pool was empty, which meant, technically, Aelia should not have been in it.

She needed to swim off some stress, though, and she needed to make sure she was in decent shape when the match came.  They’d lost against Rotterville-Hampton the last three times, and that was just not happening again.

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aldersprig: (Reynard)
First: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/11/28/glee/

Previous: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/12/14/glee-2/

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Rose was finding the people in Addergoole a little bit strange.

Yes, there were bullies, and yes there were nerds, or at least a few people in a little clique that she thought were probably nerds.

But on the other hand, there weren’t what she could read as popular kids, there were no sports, there wasn’t even a Math Olympiad or a Chess club - people seemed to group by their suites or their boyfriends/girlfriends or just not choose to clique up.

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P.s. does anyone know when Reynard was in school? And/or Elle?
aldersprig: (Christmas)
Previous: http://www.lynthornealder.com/2017/11/28/glee/

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“All right.”  Rose looked at their list of potential clubs.  “So Shang first.  And then we’re going to have to start fishing around for people who can sing.  Maybe start singing in the hallways?  That might get some attention.”

“Mmm.”  Zdenka wasn’t sure it would get the right attention. “I’ll ask Shang.  Maybe he knows someone else.”

Asking Shang proved to be a bit of a challenge; he didn’t want to be caught alone.  Once, he went so far as to walk right past Zdenka when she had just managed to get him in his pod common room with nobody else around.

After two days, she finally walked up to him in the lunch room.

“Not interested.”  He put up his hands. “I don’t care about the rules of this school, I do not want a freshman girlfriend.”

“Good.  I don’t want a junior boyfriend.  But you can sing.”

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aldersprig: (Stormclouds)


Originally posted  March 9th, 2011.

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They were building it anew.

There hadn’t been much left after the devastation, and the city they’d lived in had been a stinking, rotten, fetid ruin. Better to leave it to the dead and dying, better to leave the diseases to work their course. Those of them who could walk, who could carry a pack, who wanted to live, had banded together and headed for the hills.

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Nobody in the Fae Apoc really knows what’s going on, do they…?

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The Grigori would not listen to her.

Natela was not particularly surprised.  For one, the Grigori rarely listened to anyone who was not Grigori, and although she had their blood, she was not of them, but by their standards.

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This story takes place 50 years past the original story, nearly 40 years after the apocalypse, after the Retirement stories.

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Kailani and Rozen were being followed.

Not exactly followed — more like followed-in-front-of — and not by a person or people.  Rozen would have been able to deal with people.

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aldersprig: (tea3)
Addergoole, after year 9 but before year 13 (2004-2006), early in the school year.

I, uh, might have been watching a lot of Glee recently?

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“Why would you ever want something like that?  Not you, Kairos.”  Director Aconmorea’s gesture was dismissive.  “I know that you’re interested in anything musical at all. But you… Rose… why ‘Glee’?”

“I want to be a Broadway star.” Rose, who had been named Rusiko but refused to be known by that, lifted her chin and stared evenly at the Director.  “I need extracurriculars to have a chance at a good arts school and, more than that, I need practice.”

“But there are so many more productive things you could be doing.  You are…” The Director trailed off, then caught herself.  “You are Ellehemaei, fae.  You have an amazing repertoire of possibilities at your disposal, and your Word selection could point you at any number of very useful and lucrative careers.  So why - singing?” She did not bother to hide the distaste in her voice. 

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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Unexpected Student
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


To Rix Scaedu's Prompt, set in Year 17, 2011. 

Luke was running pick-up duty, and it was making him crankier than usual, which, for this year, was saying something.

He was down to one student left, and their plane was late.

He’d lost two students in the last three days to plane crashes.  H

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aldersprig: (HalloweenAldersprig)
This is a dream, and thus its relevance to canon is, as always, questionable. :-)

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Regine was having a lovely dream where the gathered Grigori scholars were praising her genetic studies of half-breeds.

“Fascinating,” one murmured, and

“Brilliant.  To get such done in such a short scope

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aldersprig: (Viddie)
The last Finish It! before NanoWrimo: Tilden, from This Story

It had been two weeks.

Tilden had repeated, calmly but insistently, “you should let me go.” Every night. Every time Laufeia ordered him to do something unpleasant – and Laufeia had a taste for rather unpleasant things. Every time she ordered him naked. “You should let me go.”

Eleri, whose own Kept had walked into the collar willingly and who had not nearly the taste for cruelty as her friend, found herself in a bit of a tight spot. She could advise Laufeia to release Tilden – but every time she did, Laufeia got a little nastier, a little angrier. She didn’t just take it out on Tilden, either, but on Eleri and on Caetano and on their third crew-mate, Manlius, who took it all in without seeming to notice or care. Then again, Manlius took in everything. Only at dawn did you get a sense for how stressed he’d been, as the “sun rose” in his room with intense heat or nothing at all.

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aldersprig: (Viddie)

Originally posted August 21, 2011 and, would you believe it, the only thing to show up in a Google search for “harvest” of my Dreamwidth blog.

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The Aramob had not been expecting resistance when they went against the Village. Town people were soft, and folded easily. That was the wisdom of the elders, that was what the young warriors preached. Especially water-towns, where their food came easy and they could waste their time in games.

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This is Viddie (Viðrou, but his mother didn’t want to call him Vitthie.), the son of Cynara and Leofric from, among other things, Addergoole: a Ghost Story.

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In theory, it should have been easy.

Viddie knew pumpkins.  He’d grown up eating pumpkin pie from scratch, and he knew all of the ins and outs of what made a pumpkin a pumpkin.

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This turned out a little strange…

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Sub-bureaucrat Azenia had her hands full and her lamp was burning far past closing time.

She knew, of course, that the over-bureaucrats liked it that way.

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aldersprig: (GIRAFFE!)
My Giraffe (Zebra) Call is open!

Written to Inspector Caracalprompt.

Set after Addergoole Year 10 but before the 2011 apocalypse. 

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There were tourists in the bar again, the sort of people that made what was normally a pleasant place feel like the back of the locker room.   Nathan

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
This story is part of the Addergoole: The Original Series backstory/Sidestory

It comes after Loose Ends and Tying Off; if you are following Addergoole: a Ghost Story, Shad and Meesh are Abednego's older brothers, Eris and Joff's former Keepers, and all around bad guys.

It is written to chanter_greenie's prompt.

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Shadrach had last track of how many times they’d gone through this.  Keeper, Kept, Keeper, Kept.  They went through whole months where they were both as gentle as they knew how, hoping the next month would be kind back to them.  They went through seasons where they were rough, violent, nasty.  He’d almost died at least four times.  He’d almost killed Meshach at least twice.

Once, Professor VanderLinden, Professor Solomon, and Professor Pelletier had taken turns living with them for two months.  It had made those two months very tense, but it hadn’t fixed anything.

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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
Written to clare_dragonfly's prompt. Doug is a character from Addergoole (The Original Serial), Addergoole: Year Nine, and the current Addergoole: a Ghost Story.



Doug was not a Mara; he was not one of the pure-blooded Warriors, the Protectors of the fae.

He had been aware of that since

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EAT ME

Aug. 22nd, 2017 12:26 pm
aldersprig: (Shooting star)
Two takes on sauergeek's prompt, and continuing to work out the kinks in cross-posting

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None of the plants in Addergoole’s grotto were, technically, toxic.  That is, they might cause you to have convulsions, visions, insomnia, narcolepsy, or possibly just a warm and fuzzy feeling, but they would not kill you — or, at least, they wouldn’t kill an ordinary human or Ellehemaei child.  Some of the Changes, normal air would kill them, and Valentina could not speak for her plant life in those cases.

She enjoyed encouraging experimentation and enjoyed more watching the results of the experimentation.  After all, every plant in the grotto was the result of“hey, what happens if…?” — Hers and Laurel Valerian’s, mostly, although students other staff had put in their ideas from time to time.  Isabella Even-hand in the kitchen had the most brilliant ideas.  Most of her plants lived up in the orchard or the sunlight gardens, but there were a couple, including the Angry Peach, that deserved their place in the grotto — and made the most aggressive desserts.

“Hey.”  One spikey-haired first-year student flopped down on the soft moss next to another first-year, lanky and dark-clad and serious-looking.  “Have you tried chewing on the purple leaves?  They make sort of a tingling feeling, and then you just don’t feel anything at all for a while.”

Emotional numbness, Valentina wrote, in her unseen perch up in a prickly-pear tree. She’d been growing the purple-leafed plant for its bark and the bast fibers in its stem.

“Don’t feel anything at all?  Sounds better than those yellow berries.  Give it here.”

Long-term effects?  She’d have to keep an eye on these two.

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 28: Cya
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“I don’t understand.” Cynara leaned forward over Professor Drake’s desk.  “There are a lot of things I don’t understand, but this one, this one seems too strange.  If this is the Law, why put something like that in there?”

Professor Drake sat back and smiled at her.  “I have often wondered that myself,” he admitted.  Cynara was finding that she really enjoyed talking to him, and not just because he, of almost everyone in the school, seemed to actually see her. (The thought filled her with several flavors of guilt, but she was getting very skilled at ignoring those.)  “So, firstly, as we understand it, the Laws were created back in the days where those Ellehemaei on Earth were the gods themselves and their wayward children.  Those children were often very powerful and just as often very difficult, very recalcitrant.”

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aldersprig: (Oligarchy)


Set some years after the apocalypse.

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Jamian still loved the idea of summer vacation. The world had more or less fallen down around their ears; the resort towns were all boarded up, fallen down, or walled off into compounds; there was no office job to take a vacation from, no school to get the kids out of, and his kids were all out of the nest anyway.
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As far as I can tell, this one is from June 2012, and it, too, is a little weird, but I like it. And it’s an exploration!
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"That way lies madness."

Althea's father had loved to say that, teasing them with it: "Me do the dishes? That way lies madness," commenting on current events with it, warning them off of bad choices in their teenage years.

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Not many apples showing in these pictures, but here’s a cat and a happy apple tree!

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aldersprig: (Shiva Unhappy)


This is a portion of a story first posted in 2007. A lot of this story became the background for Addergoole & Fae Apoc, but many of the details are different.
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“Again…” Caecelia murmured, distressed, and then, triumphant, “South!”

Her finger landed on the map, pointing to the tail end of a long gorge, a place still virtually inaccessible by humans. Not that they wouldn’t try, called by the siren call of the monsters, try and die in droves if the monsters were note stopped.

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I am working on the Chapbook~
For the $15/month “Mailbox” tier! I am super excited about this, guys!!

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Two posts of bisexual characters being people, talking about stereotypes of bisexuality with other people.
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"Do you miss being with a girl?" Niki curled up against Shiva's side, nuzzling sleepily at her shoulder. He'd been peaceful, quiet lately, and today he couldn't keep his hands off her.

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aldersprig: (Shahin)
Interlude: Shahin 1
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“It looks like she’s succeeding.”  Shahin looked around the room.  They’d gathered in the Dining Hall, because nobody’s suite was large enough for this, and, because, as Kailani said, “we have nothing to hide, and we should not pretend that we do.  We’re not sneaking around, and nobody would trust the cy’Regine if we were.”

Conrad was good for Kailani, Shahin thought.  He was certainly encouraging her to be more socially aware.



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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Interlude: Juniper
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“There you go.”  Professor Valerian wrapped up the last of what she called Juniper’s hothouse Workings. “You sure I can’t convince you to come out to the real sun?  It’s better for you, you know.”

Juniper stretched up to the warmth.  She should not have been surprised by an arboreal Change, not with her name, but for the life she’d chosen, something like a mole Change might have suited her better. “I’m not going out there,” she murmured.



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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 21: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Tuesday, October 31, 2000

Leofric studiously took notes as Professor Pelletier wrote another equation on the board. Physics was a good class for not thinking about what was going on. And even if some of it had been pretty cool — he was growing antlers, Dr. Caitrin said, and now he had some kind of awesome electricity powers — most of it was… Well, he was trying not to think about it.

He’d gotten the worrying thing sorted, at least, after spending a few days convincing himself that a desire to help was not worry — and if he had to abatu his hugr every now and then, well, nobody had told him not to do Workings on himself. And using magic to destroy the feeling was the only reliable way to stop worrying that he’d figured out.



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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)


This is technically a bonus, since we’ve slipped below the $70 donation milestone, but I have faith that we’ll get back up there soon enough. :-)
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The announcements and the invitations had been sent out:

On May 4, 1785, Louisa sh’Venti Horribiles, daughter of Isabella Venti Horribiles and Perry Longa Nocte, has come to her Change into her adult form.

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I don’t know when this originally posted, since it was up as a voting incentive and then taken down, but it says “Last Modified June 3, 2010."
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Luca was standing outside of a dance hall in Boston when a gorgeous blonde woman threw herself at him. Bastard or no, he was a gentleman, so he caught her, one hand on her slim waist, the other on her shoulders. Her hair fell forward into his face, filling his nose with an intoxicating scent that no perfume could duplicate.

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Originally posted February 18, 2012.
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Cole woke.

He generally considered this a good start to the day, getting things off on an immediate positive note.

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 20: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Wednesday, October 25, 2000

“Ugh.”  The lights flickered out with a crackle.  “Leofric!”

Eriko’s expression needed no light.  Cynara could see the tired twist of her face already, the exasperated way she looked when she dealt with her boyfriend.  She could see Leo’s cringing apology too, the way his shoulders would shrug forward and he’d try to make himself smaller.  It made Cynara want to hug him; it made her want to punch Eriko.

“It wasn’t me,” Leo protested weakly.

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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 19: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Monday, October 16, 2000

“Abednego.”  Professor Valerian’s hand landed on his shoulder.  “I know Professor Cayenne is your mentor, but I've noticed you're having quite a bit of trouble focusing in my class, and I'm not sure she can help with that.  Would you like to come to my office and discuss it?”

Abednego swallowed.  “I, no, that’s okay, ma’am.  I’ll figure something out.”

“How are you doing, anyway?  Kids aren’t giving you trouble, are they?  I know your brothers…”

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aldersprig: (CyaSmile)
See Also Plans
Let's see, Math.
Cya starts year 6, 2000 AD
Yoshi starts Year 24, 2018 AD
The White Stag grandson starts... year 41? We'll say 41, 2035
The next one is year 60, great-grandson, 2056
So call this 2064.


There were two people at Iasthai’s front door: a woman with a red streak through chocolate-brown hair and a very skinny man with hair so blonde it was nearly white. They weren’t part of the neighborhood, that much Iasthai knew; it was a small enough, isolated enough village that she knew all her neighbors — and they were clean and well-dressed like Addergoole people, but they weren’t anyone Iasthai recognized from there either.

The woman looked familiar, but Iasthai couldn’t quite place where or why.

“Iasthai?” She asked like it was a formality.

“That’s me,” she agreed carefully.
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 17: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Wednesday, October 11, 2000

Eriko was busy doing her homework. For anything else, it would've been a bad time — it was a bad time, if he was being honest, but it was almost impossible to find a good time when it was just the two of them. And Leofric really wanted this to be a private conversation.

Leofric had chosen a spot on the floor that was clearly visible from her desk (but not in the way; he didn't want to be in the way, she didn't like that) and knelt there. He didn't want to interrupt her; he couldn't interrupt her, even if he wanted to, not since that one time he had and she'd ordered him not to. So instead, he settled into his spot and waited.


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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Interlude: Doug
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


“Your daughter…!”

Doug looked up from his book, feeling his Masked stubs of swings flaring out in response to his father’s obvious anger.  “Niassa?”

Of course Niassa.  He only had one child at the school at the moment – his second, which made two more than his father’d had here so far – and of his three children, only one of them was a daughter.



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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 16: Cynara
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Saturday, October 7, 2000

“What is this, between us?”

Cya had moved in with Dysmas.  He’d stated it like a fact, and she hadn’t wanted to argue with him.

Now, she was staring at her trunks where they sat across the room like she was just visiting, while he pressed up against her, kissing her neck and holding her still.

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aldersprig: (Evangaline)


For those keeping track at home: This is before almost everything in Eva’s timeline except the first few stories (the garage sale, etc.).

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Eva stared at her kitchen.

It was her kitchen now.

That was the first thing.
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Originally posted Sep. 22, 2014
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Eight p.m. on a Tuesday was not when Semele expected a knock on her door, but she opened it anyway. "Jarah, I thought we agreed.... What?"

"One hundred eight white roses, delivery for Semele cy'Sakamoto."
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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Chapter 15: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Friday, October 6, 2000

Dinner, Abednego had found, was one very rare part of the day that didn’t absolutely suck.

They had dinner with the crew, which meant Rafe was around Eris and Joff, and the two of them seemed to relax him.  Neither of them would really look at Abednego or say his name, but they had their own Kept, too, so he could more or less pretend they weren’t ignoring him on purpose.

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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Chapter 13: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Monday, October 2, 2000

Leofric ducked to the side barely in time as Alexander swung at him, almost tripping over his own feet. Cy’ree practice was usually one of his favorite events — after his usual kendo lesson, also with Luke — but today, he just couldn’t focus. There was too much going on, too much to worry about, and first and foremost of those things: something was wrong with Zita. Not just how he could tell she was having to work around orders more and more, but the way she smiled sometimes, all sharp and aggressive, or the time she’d had to be excused because her teeth started falling out (it was part of her Change, the doctor said).


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aldersprig: (Shiva Unhappy)
A sequel to a feral cat-girl and Here, Kitty, Kitty

“Easy, easy, shit, easy.” Luke almost lost his hold on the girl as she did her best to scramble out of his hands, over him, and onto the dog-boy. Or, at least, he was pretty sure that’s where she was going. Mike, on the other hand, shouted a Working so fast that his words blurred together and so loudly they might have heard it back at Addergoole, and the dog-boy fell asleep.

Almost abashed, Luke remembered he could do Workings, and, in a much quieter, much more soothing tone, did a Calm Down working on the cat-girl. “Easy, easy. Okay. There.” She was looking at him, sleepy now but definitely calm. “Okay. So, do you understand me?”

She shook her head no. Luke managed not to laugh in her face.

“Do you have a name?”

She had to think about that. After a moment, she offered “Cat.”

“Well, that’s a label, at least. Hello, Cat. I’m Luke.”
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aldersprig: (AylaSmile)
Chapter 11: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder


Sunday, September 24, 2000

“What are you doing?”

Abednego’s brothers had gotten him into trouble before.  They’d gotten him hurt before.  Once, Shadrach had almost gotten him killed.  And more than once, Meshach had nearly killed him.

None of that, not one bit of it, except possibly the electrocution, had been nearly as bad as this.

Abednego froze.  “Going to the bathroom?  Sir.”

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aldersprig: (Cya Surprise)
So [personal profile] anke is doing #faepril over on tumblr (see here) so I decided to write some fae descriptions. Here's a unicorn mechanic.

Cya had, for once, not been looking for fae.

She had been looking for someone who could help her fix her car, actually, or the thing that, 50 years past the end of most manufacturing in the world, she was calling a car.

It wasn’t that easy, however, when you were three days out from anywhere, you were driving a cobbled-together vehicle that ran on sunlight, hope, and magic, and the last time you’d seen anyone had been half a day ago.
And it was raining.

The man came out of nowhere, or at least, he seemed to, and when he saw her Mask was down, showing off her Fae traits, he dropped his own glamour to show her that he, too, was fae.

The unicorn horn caught her attention immediately, the golden hair - not blonde, gold - that ran all the way down his back, the skin that was just as golden. He was tall, very tall for this long past the apocalypse, and bright like a statue.

When he saw she was squinting, he put up his Mask again, leaving him red-haired and brown-skinned, freckles dancing over his nose that was nearly as pointed as the horn she couldn’t see anymore.

“So. Car troubles?” It was only then that she noticed he was carrying a bag of tools. “I had this sense someone here might need some help.”

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