Angst, Fluff, and Inferno

[scribble_myname]

This entry is part 48 of 51 in the series 365 Challenge
Let's take the third first. Overhauling the story from inferno, aka "Dowse and Bleed," left me feeling drained and exhausted, but it's out to beta and may she not find any more structural issues that need addressing. For that matter, may I not!

On angst: I write a lot of it. I know that. I've

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Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: What Little Girls are Made Of

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“Is it just me,” Red Wolf began slowly, “or is Sunshine sweeter than her older sister?”

Whisper glanced over to see Sunshine cooing happily in her daddy’s arms, waving a tiny fist, then thought of eighteen-month-old Anya currently grounded to her bed. “If you mean did she not bite Heather who woke her up for daring to not be Mommy...” She paused and let Wolf take that in. “Yes, Sunshine’s sweeter.”

“At least Anya doesn’t bite anymore,” he pointed out. Small consolation.

Whisper kissed little Sunshine’s cheek, then her husband’s mouth. “You know you’re in love with both of them.”

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Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: What Little Girls are Made Of

[thecatisacritic]

Of course he is.

How could he not be?

Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: What Little Girls are Made Of

[scribble_myname]

As a parent? He couldn't. Even if he's wondering when in the world Anya bit Heather of all people. Sunshine is sweeter. Anya got all of her parents' alpha tendencies.

Re: Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: What Little Girls are Made Of

[thecatisacritic]

Sweet is good.

Strong is good, too.

And biting is bad. :P