Sometime over December-January and my, uh, slight burn-out, I ran out of buffer on all but Hidden Mall (which has very short chapters). This leads to a stressed Lyn.
I am going to take next week (except Hidden Mall, already scheduled) off of posting fiction here – hopefully (fingers crossed) I’ll get Edally re-started next Tuesday. Everything currently posting (Haunted House, Funerary Rites, Row-Mance, Arcology prompts) will return the week afterwards.
There will still be fiction on my Patreon! I may manage to update AO3 as well, and hopefully also Ko-Fi.
“Sir. Put the girl down.”
“I don’t like people getting in my business. I don’t people assuming things that aren’t true,” Erramun-as-Eddy snarled. Senga sort of wanted to be down, because the tension in the guards’ voices sounded like it was ratcheting up and she couldn’t see their faces.
“We’re not getting in your business. We’re just gonna call a taxi for the girl, okay?”
Abby looked between her friends — and this other Liv — weakly. She finally let her gaze settle on her Liv.
She could remember, remember that day. They’d prayed, they’d gone to church together in the middle of a snowstorm and they had held hands and prayed.
“All right.” Abby had to make decisions, didn’t she? That was supposed to be what she did, make decisions, help Liv out, steer things.
“We…” She took Liv-Angry’s hand and then reached out for Liv-Skinny’s hand. “We’re going to pray.” Continue reading
First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Guilt washed over Mélanie in waves. She dropped down to her knees from the chair and dropped her head to the floor but none of it helped. She’d yelled at her master. She’d yelled at him, and, and, and she’d made him feel horrible, and he’d apologized, which was not what was supposed to happen, and everything was cockeyed in the world and it was all her fault. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. She felt as like even that was too much speaking, as if she should simply melt into the floor. Would the House let her do that? Would it open up and accept her? And why hadn’t it interfered? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Oh, shit.” Jasper hit the ground next to her. Mélanie tried to curl up more on herself. No, no, he wasn’t supposed to kneel, that was wrong. “Mélanie, please. Ow, hey. Mélanie… look at me.”
That was an order. She could follow orders. She looked at him. Continue reading
For a moment, Deline thought that Carrone was simply stuck on a never ending circle. Then she realized that he was smiling.
She smiled back at him. “Well.” She raised her eyebrows. “I’d say ‘wouldn’t you like to know,” but I think we already established that you have an interest and an opportunity. But if we’re talking about the furniture… you could go upstairs and take a look yourself. It’s not quite as modern as the one back in the Capitol, but it’s an Imperial Bed.”