learnedskill &iamthefirechild &petroviism &ericfuckinnorthman &parkerwitch
❛no one ever comes unless they want something.
so—-what is it ? ❜
“That’s a bit of an assumption, isn’t it? Maybe I just thought you looked lonely. Or interesting. Or mysterious. Maybe I wanted to offer you something.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Everything felt so good — blinking her eyes open slowly, being warm and relaxed, waking without a headache, not being alone. Derek’s little sound, pulling her closer, made her smile. Her feet were tangled with Isaac’s. Even her mind felt relaxed, not clenched in fear and desperate seeking.
So she shared that feeling with them — how nice the morning was, the simple happiness. Then her mouth quirked with mischief and she tugged away from Derek slightly to flop on top of Isaac, running fingers down his sides to find the ticklish spots.
Derek felt the feelings, a low rumble emitting from his chest, a pleased sound. Isaac, responding to the share and the noise, wiggled a little closer until Summer flopped on him. Derek rolled to his stomach to hug the pillow as Isaac whined, wiggling under her as her fingers skimmed over his ribs.
A tiny, tiny giggle escaped her at Isaac’s whine and wiggle, and then she paused, frowning in surprise and amazement. Lifting a hand to her throat, she tried to say something, but nothing came out.
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
When she came back, sans tablet, one eyebrow again ticked up briefly at his lack of shirt, but she didn’t comment on it. “Are you ready, then?” Summer asked instead. “You taste much better than last night, at any rate. Good.” Picking up the tray, she gestured to the door with her head and went out the door, simply assuming he would follow.
Back out through the locked door at the head of the hallway, she turned in the opposite direction from the kitchen area and into a small examining room. “He doesn’t trust us at all,” she said quietly.
“If we can just coax him to stay for a few days, I think he’ll be able to be on his own. Physically, at least,” Spring replied.
“We’ll see what happens when I — ” Summer cut off.
“Taste? What do you mean taste?” he asked as he slid off the bed.
He followed behind her tentatively, looking around more now that he was alert. He heard her whispering before he walked into the room. He stopped at the doorway, just a step inside, eyebrows raised. “You expect trust when you whisper about my trust issues when you think I can’t hear? What were you about to say?” he asked, more bold than he’d been before, still expecting some punishment, some backlash, anything for his showing out.
Both women turned to him, faintly amused. “So providing for you doesn’t gain us anything?” Summer inquired. Then she waved her hand. “No, never mind that, because clearly it didn’t and doesn’t. I was going to wait a few days for this, but now’s as good a time as any, really.” She gave Spring a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Spring, as unruffled as ever, gazed after the departing redhead with cool green eyes, then gestured at the examining table. “How have you been eating? Are you in any physical pain? Any cuts or marks you didn’t show me yesterday?”
There’s that smile.
(Honeymoon, 2014)
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
She paused on her way out the door, glancing over her shoulder with a lifted eyebrow. “You have enough spirit to growl at me. I honestly expected you to run away at the first opportunity.”
Then she was gone.
Derek’s eyes trailed back up to catch a flash of red hair as she left the room. He sat for a moment, thinking over her words, and then he slowly slid to the end of the bed, reaching for the tray and bringing it onto the bed with him.
He ate as much as he could, which was a little bit more than the night before but not by much, and then he went to shower. The hot water felt like heaven and his muscles finally began to relax a little bit. After the shower, he toweled off and tugged on a pair of the pants that were in the room, then sat on his bed.
When she came back, sans tablet, one eyebrow again ticked up briefly at his lack of shirt, but she didn’t comment on it. “Are you ready, then?” Summer asked instead. “You taste much better than last night, at any rate. Good.” Picking up the tray, she gestured to the door with her head and went out the door, simply assuming he would follow.
Back out through the locked door at the head of the hallway, she turned in the opposite direction from the kitchen area and into a small examining room. “He doesn’t trust us at all,” she said quietly.
“If we can just coax him to stay for a few days, I think he’ll be able to be on his own. Physically, at least,” Spring replied.
“We’ll see what happened when I — ” Summer cut off.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
This felt right. Familiar. Someone curled at her back, guarding her from the things that went bump in the night. She smiled in the dark at that idea, that some of the things that went bump would protect her from other things. But then she knew that humans could be more monstrous than anything called a monster. Waiting for sleep to reclaim her, she stroked Isaac’s back lightly.
When she opened her eyes again it was morning.
Isaac had leaned into the touches, relaxing under them from Derek and Summer. Derek settled in and they all calmed and then fell asleep one by one. Isaac was out soon after Summer and then Derek was a little bit later.
The next morning, Derek felt Summer stir and grumbled lowly, snuggling a little closer as Isaac snuffled in reaction, rolling over and nuzzling into his pillow.
Everything felt so good — blinking her eyes open slowly, being warm and relaxed, waking without a headache, not being alone. Derek’s little sound, pulling her closer, made her smile. Her feet were tangled with Isaac’s. Even her mind felt relaxed, not clenched in fear and desperate seeking.
So she shared that feeling with them — how nice the morning was, the simple happiness. Then her mouth quirked with mischief and she tugged away from Derek slightly to flop on top of Isaac, running fingers down his sides to find the ticklish spots.
for iamthefirechild
Galahad wandered the streets of Camelot. He looked at each and every person around him, but no one paid him any extra attention. Unless they were the people that he accidentally walked into when he wasn’t looking where he was walking.
He did not know her name. He did not know what she looked like.
A person who could be a friend, but it seemed that he would never know her.
Eventually he just huffed and focused on where he was going. She would see him. He was sure of that. She knew where he lived and trained as a knight. She was probably watching right now.
The only thing he would be able to recognize was her penmanship.
She could feel the weight of magic across her shoulders like a too-heavy cloak. She was permitted to walk freely from sun-height to sun-set, so long as she refrained from mentioning certain topics to any folk she spoke to. She had no coins, so could not purchase anything, and anyway physical needs were all supplied by the Tower.
These days, though, none of that mattered, for she went always to the same place.
The fields where Arthur’s knights practised.
Even that was part of the noose around her, but she didn’t care. For as long as she was allowed she’d keep contact with Galahad. He wasn’t there yet today, but that was fine. She leaned on the fence, twisting a pale green stone between her fingers.
In the cold depths of Russia’s northeastern Chukotka region, Magadan-based photographer Ivan Kislov captures colorful signs of life in the snow through his breathtaking images of foxes in the wild.
I got a rasberry pi!
