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Leftovers – A Patreon Story

May31

This is the requested continuation of the following stories:

The RoundTree Siblings Prepare for Thanksgiving

The Family That Knots Together

A Family Tree

“Your mother is something else.”  Marina glanced at the back seat of WInter’s sensible and spacious sedan, where Mila and Henry were sleeping.  “Your family is… is something else.”

Winter smiled, because he thought it would make her uncomfortable if he frowned.  “Is that a good thing?” Continue reading →

A Patreon Bonus Post: oro’cy’Sweetflower

May20

This story is from March; I wrote it but couldn’t quote get it to work out quite the way I liked it, so I wrote something else.  But here it is: a glimpse at a test-Keeping in Doomsday Academy. 

🌸The collar was new and stiff-feeling, even though Enguerrand knew that there was supposed to be a Working on it to soften it.  He tugged on it anyway.  “Are you sure I’m going to be welcome?”

Faris draped an arm around Enguerrand’s shoulders.  “Certain.  For one, any plus-one is welcome at a cy’Sweetflower party, and for another, you’re mine, remember?  Anywhere I can go, you can go.”

“I’m new to this,” Enguerrand reminded his Keeper nervously.  “You did your own test-Keeping last year.  This is my first time.”
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Private Party – A Patreon Story

May19

This story of Stranded World began as a series of connected vignettes on Dreamwidth, all of which are collected here; the story then continues to an actual conclusion of sorts. 

There was a man at the festival with an eye-tattoo that winked.

Autumn hadn’t been sure the first time. There were several beautiful pieces of ink wandering around this ‘fest – it was pushing a hundred degrees out, and everyone was wearing just about as little as they could get away with. And there was this man, topless and wearing short khaki shorts and Birkenstocks, and the eye centered on his spine had a perfectly-shaded iris. And then it was closed. And then there was the pupil again. Continue reading →

(Mis)use of Power – A Patreon Story

May3

“This is the deal,” his mother said. She had the grim look on, the one that, when he was younger, had meant punishments he couldn’t avoid and a week of having her Disappointed in Him, which, if he’d been forced to think about it, he might have admitted was usually worse than the punishments. He squirmed, because whatever was coming, it wasn’t going to be fun. Continue reading →