Holding was crowded. Holding was full of Elessans. Holding was also full of people mad at her for “not doing her job”. All in all, Csindra grumbled to herself as she leant against the back wall and tried to avoid the glares of the Den Arden conspirators, it wasn’t a good day.
Rook had never been so glad to be small, and so irritated at air vent designers, in his life. It was luck, sheer damn luck, that he’d been able to get in here at all. And if he wasn’t double-jointed in an unfortunate number of places, it wouldn’t have worked.
Ask the runes --and ask the stars --was this a lost cause from the start?was there ever a chance to win?was there ever a risk of failureless than of starting again?I ask the runes--I count the cost--is there regaining what was lost?was it ever growing there?did the leaves ever spring greenupon the branches in the … Continue reading Ask The Runes /// august 21st, 2021
It was well past sunset on Bay Frosch, and if Thaumatist-Major Scheffen had been anywhere other than storming across the salt-swept, slick sand with a curse on her lips, the boy on the shore would have died before the sun rose.
TW: anti-Arab racism, bullying, violence, mental illness, dissociation, unreality, eye horror (not trauma to eyes) I don’t remember the first fight I was in. Part of that’s because it’s hard to tell the difference between a fight and being pushed around; bullying versus confrontation. But I remember one in particular, because it was one of … Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Chapter 2.20: The Forest For The Trees