( Ilthy and Chry have a chat. )

( Chry and Ilthy, sometime before the Well of Eternity IT IS TIME TO END THIS CHARAAAAAAADE, courtesy Chromie. Morning after a day of picnicing and people-watching and smoking and a camping-out night. )

Holidays don't count when you're away in time. I've decided and I'm sticking to that. They aren't like birthdays -- birthdays happen whether or not anybody so much as glances at them. And the time I was away I didn't celebrate anything at all. Except I guess the end of it all the first time ( Read more... )

( Dear Alevh I have feelings plz help ps I love you. Only longer. )

They're sprawled together on the beach, legs tangled with arms tangled with legs. The sand is cozy and warm, and the safety and comfort have Chry lulled into a half-asleep contentment. Barriers down, not thinking, just feeling good ( Read more... )

Ratchet in the morning can be a sleepy place. Market days, like today, tend to be more active. Bustling even. But there's not a bustle in sight on the little balcony at the Silverbuckles' house -- just a young elf draped over a chair, eyes closed and ears limp and a baby phoenix nestled under his chin ( Read more... )

He sees it in their eyes whenever they look at each other. Hell, whenever they think of the other there's that little light that creeps in ( Read more... )

( People might get the wrong idea, Chry protested. TEH HORRORZ. )

Breakfast is always whatever he most wants. Given that his desires in this department run to the pedestrian and available, this isn't quite the genie-in-the-kitchen that it might sound ( Read more... )

( Four-letter words inside. )