Tales from the Borderlands
Stories focusing on Jin and Lora, threaded with themes of adolescence and the mundane. 13,043 / 11
The return of rosefic: Jin ponders.
This one perhaps needs a little context, but you can't have too much!
What does it mean? To be a family?
Life on Alrest inspires a lot of opportunity for some terribly powerful choices and chances alike.
Come on, Lora. COME ON.
When Lora turns twenty-one, the obvious next acquisition is alcohol. Isn't it?
Identity and memory are...quite the thing. All Blades know that.
There's no icebox, there's no bench scraper, there's no bench to be scraped. Just logs cleaned as best as they can be with ice, with rope, with nature battled against nature.
What does a child Lora's age need to learn? And what could Jin possibly even teach her?
In all ways except physical, I am the trumpets in memento of all organisms.
What does that even mean?
What does that even mean?
Lora was a picky eater. Somehow, with all her charms and quirks and endearing facets of an adorably facile, nascent personality, Lora had come out of a dirty, unloving home and decided that she was going to be a picky eater.