Archive | April 4, 2016

Birthday, a story to @Lilfluff’s Prompt

So [personal profile] lilfluff sent me a bunch of prompts for my birthday in 2014. *cough* This is from Tír na Cali.

It was the Lady’s birthday, and the house was in an uproar. The Lady herself was not all that demanding — but her Lady Mother was, and that meant that everything had to be absolutely perfect: the Lady might own them, but the Lady Mother was still Baroness, and she could make their lives miserable and their Lady’s life horrible.

The cakes were divine and adorable, the house was scrubbed till it gleamed. The landscaping was trimmed until everything was level and bright and lovely. The household slaves were all in their absolute best uniforms. Even their collars were gleaming. In five minutes, Herself, the Lady Baroness, would arrive.

And their Lady Mistress was sitting on the veranda, happily sharing a tray of hors d’oevres with a scrawny teenaged boy who was still in slave-raider pants and the bright orange slave-shop collar.

“What?” she asked her chatelaine, when the patient woman found them. “It’s his birthday too.”


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Strong Enough? A side story of a fic

Written to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly‘s suggestion of a continuation for this piece, written for the Dungeon and Cave call in 2014.

“Babe, I’m strong enough for whatever you want.” He could taste the beer on his belch. Could she smell it?

She wrinkled her nose. Yes. And no; she shook her head. “I don’t think you are.”

The woman walked away from Craig, the turn of her heel dismissing him. Craig let out a breath slowly, as inaudibly as he could, and did not turn to watch her.

Still, even through the noise of the bar, he could hear Rick’s answer. Maybe Rick was. Maybe Rick would walk out the other side intact. Craig didn’t know. He barely knew Rick to talk sports with him, much less…

…well, there were things you didn’t talk about with your buddies, and there were things you didn’t talk about at all. That lesson, Craig hadn’t needed to learn the hard way.

With any luck, there’d only be the one lesson he’d had to learn hard: When a certain kind of woman thinks about challenging you…

…don’t let it get to the challenge. Don’t even let it get to the thinking, if you can avoid it. Be pitiful, be lamentable, be ridiculous. But don’t let her challenge you.

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