Edited!version of FH's Xmas present, brought to you by teh snowiness of  Michigan weather. AF fanfic, Insangeline with a side order of Arty. Notes at bottom.

Symmetry.

He doesn’t like her blue dress. He never did, he’d much rather have it burned, replaced with something else, like periwinkle or lavender, something soft and warm and motherly. He ( Read more... )

More of Inheritance (for Linwen.) I think I'm going to divide this into two more posts: one on Friday for the next two sections, and then Sundayish for the last (which is the longest by far, 4K and I'm going to need to add stuff once I get there since I've been making a list of all the things I have to settle and there's quite a few I didn't settle ( Read more... )

Expanded and updated version of [ this].

This is why I don’t want drugs. This is why I write. This is why I breathe. This isn’t me; this is the red child and the algorithm that both creates and destroys her, and though these are parts of me they are not me in my totality, they are the most common pair of pawns I find myself moving; and one cannot ( Read more... )