It might be some early autumn afternoon, perhaps the day before the night of the full moon, and in the usual room which he uses to train his apprentice in the ancient arts, where he's already traced out a simplified containment circle on the floor, Muraki is awaiting his student ( Read more... )

Months have gone by since Muraki's last face to face conversation with Phedre. He has slipped short missives under her door, and he thinks often of her, usually when he's seen something especially beautiful and he wishes that he could share it with her. He might have an odd relationship with Aramat, but in his mind, it's an affair of the flesh and ( Read more... )

It might not be till late in the day, or well into the evening that Muraki returns to the cottage. He's spent the evening walking the halls of the house or the grounds. But now he's headed back to the small house he's been wintering with the two ladies, his footsteps likely heavier and slower than usual. He takes some time to scrape the snow from ( Read more... )

It's time the youngster learned to shield his mind properly: it's been a few years since they began and the young man has a firm grasp on the theory. Now it's time he put it into practice ( Read more... )

Offering his hand to Gren, and typist willing, he'll lead his dance partner away from the main room, into the hallway and up the stairs to one of the upper hallways. "My room is on the third floor," he says, turning to Gren, leaning in closer, his voice husky with desire. "Shall we retire there, or, like me, are you finding it hard to wait that ( Read more... )

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"Say no more," she says, and typist willing, she'll take the Mistress by the hand and lead her up the hallway to a door at the far end. Unlocking it, she leads the way inside.

Once they're over the threshold, she'll lean up and, typist willing, kiss her, hard.

I would so love to see these two wake up as their male selves: ( Read more... )

Continued from HereIt's almost a relief to Muraki's extraordinary senses when Mrs. Harmon has gone on her way, and to settle his nerves, he sets to work gently wiping down the table and packing up the equipment. "It must seem strange, but these machines, as wondrous as they are, have their limitations," he says. He draws in a cleansing breath, ( Read more... )

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"I know of someplace...comfortable," he murmurs in her ear, as he slips an arm about her waist and, typist willing, guides her out the door and down the hall toward his study.

The couch... or the desk... either one would be perfect.

Likely to head into mature territory very soon: this is Muraki and Aramat after all...

It's been one of those days... or weeks or perhaps seasons, though he's not about to admit it except to his journal. He might have Albert wrapped around his little finger, but that doesn't make him immune to other fascinations. Likely a result of the spring weather and the gradually warming days, to say nothing of the fact that the phage is being ( Read more... )

The moon is just past the first quarter, but it rides high over the treetops. A light but cold breeze is blowing, but there is something about the earth, as if it were holding its breath, awaiting something to happen ( Read more... )