To an anonymous Leopard (Rix’s) prompt during my Live Writing Wednesday. I hope I got the prompt right, since I lost it in a chat delete.
Fae Apoc, probably early post-apoc
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“I owe you one.”
If there were words Uršula less wanted to be saying, she couldn’t think of them.
“Yep, you do.” Continue reading
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Ctirad, at Timaios’ gentle suggestion, put some pants on before Sal came upstairs, Danny immediately behind with a large tray of what must pass for finger foods in a household of fae.
“I want you to unlock Ctirad’s lost memories,” Timaios told Sal, with no preamble except a “thanks for coming up here.”
Ctirad was watching Sal closely. From the expression, this sort of thing was not unheard of in this household, nor was it beyond Sal’s capabilities.
“What’s the boy think of that, sir?”
“It was his idea. Well, it was my idea, but he agreed without prompting. The impression I get is that a lot of it was done with orders. Thus, there’s no Workings to work around—”
“With all due respect, that’s just going to make it trickier. His own mind has decided — well, had it decided for him, but it comes down to the same thing — that he needs to not have those memories. I’m going to have to invade him pretty deepl—” Sal trailed off and turned to look directly at Ctirad. “I’m going to be really far into your mind. You understand? I’m going to see things nobody else has seen.” Continue reading
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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.” Continue reading
The Council had Geraldine chasing fairy tales and urban legends.
There were two things Geraldine knew without a doubt about the High Council of the Shenera Endraee.
The first was that they were immensely slow to change, change happening more often because a Council member had been overthrown (which occurred perhaps twice a millennium) than because they’d agreed to it as a group.
The second was that they were very, very attached to their regulations. Continue reading
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.
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.
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.
Leander looks a bit like a a Pitch Black-era Vin Diesel in my head.
This is just fluff fun based on something that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while.
“I don’t do guys.”
Leander was not exactly in a position to set terms.
He was wearing, in order of importance, a thick steel collar, a much thinner silver collar, shackles pinning his wrists to a heavy leather belt, and ankle restraints with just enough chain to be annoying. Continue reading
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. Continue reading