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"Prince Hex?" comes Wren's voice from the hall. "I have your itinerary for the day."
Her presence crashes over me.
I'm in Hex's room.
At six-something in the morning.
And he's still playing the role of unwilling fake possible fiance to Easter to stop Dad from screwing things with their collective, and I'm doing that too. And I'm holding the Halloween Prince while we're both in our pajamas.
— Dec 06, 2024 12:43PM
Her presence crashes over me.
I'm in Hex's room.
At six-something in the morning.
And he's still playing the role of unwilling fake possible fiance to Easter to stop Dad from screwing things with their collective, and I'm doing that too. And I'm holding the Halloween Prince while we're both in our pajamas.
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He moves against me, his hands still gripping my suit jacket, and he breaks the kiss when he lowers down from where he'd risen up on his toes. His eyes are shut, his breathing still hard and fast.
"Coal," he says, coarse, and it tugs at the base of my stomach. "You're very good at that."
I smile and lean in to kiss one of his shut eyelids, the skin paper-thin and so delicate. "Good at what?"
"Going--ah, going slow."
— Dec 07, 2024 12:18PM
"Coal," he says, coarse, and it tugs at the base of my stomach. "You're very good at that."
I smile and lean in to kiss one of his shut eyelids, the skin paper-thin and so delicate. "Good at what?"
"Going--ah, going slow."
Marsha
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Holidays come and go. Traditions change and what was once a celebration of a god becomes a celebration of a harvest, evolving with the ways people grow, or forcibly, with colonization. And while the Holidays listed in Dad's file have waned, they aren't in any way slipping into obscurity, and neither is Christmas, not by a long shot.
They're failing now, though, because of Dad's demanded tithes.
— Dec 05, 2024 11:36AM
They're failing now, though, because of Dad's demanded tithes.
Marsha
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"What do you want to do after you graduate?" I ask. "Just like--for real. Do you know?"
Iris squints. "I'm pretty sure I'm doing it, Coal."
"Not your duties. I mean what do you really want to do. There has to be something? You wanted to go to art school once." It's bothering me that Kris didn't answer that question.
It's bothering me more that I don't have an answer to that question.
— Dec 04, 2024 02:21PM
Iris squints. "I'm pretty sure I'm doing it, Coal."
"Not your duties. I mean what do you really want to do. There has to be something? You wanted to go to art school once." It's bothering me that Kris didn't answer that question.
It's bothering me more that I don't have an answer to that question.
