My Loves ( Read more... )

I wake in the stillest hours before dawn. Not damp with cold sweat, not desperate for breath; my heart is not doing its best to pound free of my chest. There are no terrors, no nightmare-memories clinging to the haze of my mind.

It's warm. Safe. There are strong limbs tangled with mine, strong bodies forged by hardship to be beautiful as only ( Read more... )

Every time he touched the Shadow, he remembered.

Dark eyes always haunted, lips stained with Shadow as if it bled from him when he spoke Words of power. Awkward limbs and long fingers, the tousle of dark hair always in disarray. A hoarse voice, words barely spoken, shaky pictogrammes sent by post along with little gifts....

His brother, not in ( Read more... )

The greenhouse in Nagrand is a veritable forest of flowering plants, herbs, weeds, from common peacebloom to rare strains of icecap. Admittedly, though, he's always had some trouble with species that require high humidity; sometimes a journey abroad to gather wild specimens is in order. For this project he's ventured out into the water-fields ( Read more... )

(( A letter written in small, crisp script on parchment bearing a compass-rose watermark. ))

Dear Sir,

It has been my honour to participate in your experiment thus far and I thank you for the opportunity to do so. Light knows that when there's science to be done one must take matters into one's own hands and get testing. My toad is in good ( Read more... )

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