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    Open That other Horizon

    Wanted to crack a joke. Something sharp and dirty to tie it all back together in friction and spirit. Practiced cheer. But it caught, halfway up. Because it wasn't a show he asked for. Just her. And that was harder. Because no one ever asked what Vyn wanted. People just needed things. She...
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    She didn't pull at the touch. Simply sunk in. Water filling what space the vessel allowed. Allowed herself to be held, face tucked to his temple. Ruin to ruin. Quiet breath neck to ear. And some part of her hated it. This. Not the closeness or the warmth. The weight. Another person to care for...
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    Open That other Horizon

    She sank slowly. Not in defeat. Or apology. Just lower. Her knees kissed the Wagonwood. Shorter than him, for the first time. The shift felt strange in her spine. Not unwelcome. Merely a new angle. Because it wasn't size that measured this moment. It was heat. Her eyes found both of his...
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    Open That other Horizon

    She saw him for what he hid in the briefest flash as he dove for her. Goddamit, Vyn. She pressed him tighter to her middle, unsure if she meant to soothe or burn away the pain. The breath their shared danced on something delicate. She'd struck too heavy. Too fast. The fiddle in her hands had...
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    No incense or ceremony, the pinch of her claw traveled up his spine – and just like that the head was bare. There was no time to get a proper look. Hunger consumed what little thought was left. And the smallest bits of light had to be focused on the task at hand. She could not quite reach all...
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    Her toes pressed further, claws lining the edges of it. Of him. The pressure grew more deliberate, a predator pinning down its prey. Slow enough that you could mistake it for mercy. Or time. But both were luxuries. Not ones she often got. The tail had already played them both, played the Wagon...
  7. V

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Vyn was about to spoon her right in the eye for the nose bit. But then Jem started talking. And it wasn't something you heard often. „Since I was your height.“ He laughed at that. A geniune laugh. It wasn't even that funny. „Barely taller than the wheels.“ Whatever his eyes were remembering, he...
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    She nodded as he gave her own words back. Her foot found his thigh, and pressed down, anchoring. One hand strummed his clavicle, off-key. The other laid claim to the skin of his back, clawed fingers etching the faintest script. Not the name he'd given her – but the one she'd given him...
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    Her hands froze as soon as the words left his mouth. She could've shushed him and told him not to be afraid – as if that was how it worked. As if she had any right to. Arms slid down to grab his cheeks instead. She didn't back away. But she wasn't going to force him, or his fear, to be owned...
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    The fingers at her edge tickled, but she was too old to flinch. That was for younger people, and it had been some time since she felt as anything other than old enough. She raised an eyebrow at his elderly performance but didn't interrupt. She wasn't sure what she'd been before the kid. But she...
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    She could've slammed him into the wall. And the temptation was there as the thought rose in fire between her ribs. Fingers twitched in the learned way of a thing too good, too sudden. She wanted to grab the collar he'd offered, press him back until the wall creaked and the hooks rattled – and...
  12. V

    Open That other Horizon

    She tiptoed to close the small gap. One arm came up, backhand brushing his cheek as a clawed finger hooked the edge of his jaw. Stayed there like she needed to brace herself. Really, she only needed to steady the wounded one. The scrape down her forearm still wept, threatening to turn his shirt...
  13. V

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    “Myrtle, is it?” Jem sipped from the ladle, happy with his work. He looked down at Vyn, but she just shrugged. Good a name as any. Besides – if Xen was to be one of them, she needed to name things here and there. Might as well start with the unfortunate nag. “Oi – if my snoring wakes you...
  14. V

    Open That other Horizon

    „It's all mine...for a moment.“ Didn't want to dwell on how long the moment would last or what came after. Just let it hang. Her elbows were already halfway out of her sleeves when she remembered to add: „Don't lean too heavy on the left wall.“ She took a moment – because it sounded funny. And...
  15. V

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Jem’s brow climbed up slowly, amused. Didn’t say a thing. Corner of his mouth still twitched – which, for someone like him, may have well been a moment of sheer hysteria. Elum were about things in common, after all. It was only right he’d united the two girls before a shared enemy. Only question...
  16. V

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    The eyeball clearly wanted to be chosen. Why else float to the top? Vyn scooped it without ceremony, tongue caught in cheek as she aimed. Nearly bit it off as she bounced the hot mistake between her palms. The damn thing had been soaking in the broth for hours. It slipped and slid across her...
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    Open That other Horizon

    It wasn't far. Her feet worked the familiar with more certainty than she had any right to feel. Then she stopped just near the green door, tapping it ajar as she listened for another tap behind her. It had been a while, so it was flattering to know someone would still follow. One echo behind was...
  18. V

    Open Drags on a Dragon

    The sequins had caught fire first. Glitter huffed and puffed, jealous, until it too started a mad jig in the teenage flame. It wasn't that bad, really. Panic and screams still came. Small runs and smaller patdowns. Someone threw a pitcher at her, lump on her elbow serving as witness. Three sets...
  19. V

    Private There won't be a third

    A tiniest smile bloomed behind Vyn's eyes. One of those that needed time to work lip and teeth. It climbed down slowly, betrayed by crows feet. Jem was doing his best impression of a rock. But she knew he found it funny. She wasn't sure if it was men who were strange like that...or if it was...
  20. V

    Private Wind in the Woods

    Wind played the Wagon like an out of tune drum. Cymbals struck as it settled with each gale. The creature didn't seem unbalanced by it in the least. Much like Vyn, it had learned what Wagonfeet were, and how to use them. „Roki, don't stare, it's rude.“ The familiar voice of a child that felt...
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