I don't know what my perfect story looks like. Do I want to?
I've got to start talking back to myself, it seems.
endless possibilities - that's all they are.
all that i am for was then. now is only nothing.
half a life never appealed to me
take a picture, it'll last longer
it'll last forever
it'll never die
it'll last forever
it'll never die
An essay on the expectations we have for others' expectations.
maybe this year's gonna be my year. or maybe i'll just learn to live with being alone.
Addam can protect Hugo from things he'd never dreamed of.
Pyra wonders how to find her way, as the future floating within and without the past - and no, it won't be by counting!
this is such a fake Ass quote
out with the in with the
"And the mayor thinks I'm lazy-"
"Why would the mayor think you're lazy?"
"Why would the mayor think you're lazy?"
waffliesinyoface asked:
hello! i was going through my ao3 bookmarks the other day and i noticed that all of the ones written by you had been archived into a collection, inaccessible. Can I ask why? Is it just a temporary precaution, or are they gone for good?
hello! i was going through my ao3 bookmarks the other day and i noticed that all of the ones written by you had been archived into a collection, inaccessible. Can I ask why? Is it just a temporary precaution, or are they gone for good?
wouldn't you, too, like to know something new?
Like static, she clings.
You realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. That this is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this - to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life. [*]
Grief, I've learned, is really just love...love with no place to go. [*]
Grief, I've learned, is really just love...love with no place to go. [*]
Keep it in time, Aegaeon!
I keep trying to articulate - a message, no recipient; have I failed?
i've got to be what i'm trying to be. i've got to see what it's like to be me.
"Look around wherever you want," Cole said. "I've got no secrets."
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
but this way he'd only be losin' one daughter, 'stead o' two.
Everybody always says: we take you as you are.
Pretty exhausting.
History lives forever. Don't you think?
To get where? To get here.
What kind of sick imperative is this?
Obviously - Mythra likes to be sure.
Mythra wonders - is it enough to be beautiful?
as plain as the tears on my face
But if patience for the self is a universal good, there's a little more of it, now.
C(13,2) shuffled as necessary: my characteristic weakness at work.
You got Nothing !
Maybe redundant, but never irrelevant.
Ugh, we're such saps.
There's a curious sort of crosswalk between mech pilots and magical girls; being able to enter into an idealized human body to perform violence but not having your emotional well-being protected by your ideal form.
I wanted to practice a direct style and unfocus on the word count.
A kiss for luck and we're on our way... Not so simple as.
Quite fine in filigree indeed!
I'd love to be able to just drop it. But it's heavy, you know.
That's how it is. That's how it was. That's how it'll always be.
Cole's office ain't big enough for the three of them.
Minoth is constantly second-guessing what's "supposed" to be. When will he learn to trust, as they do?
young people. we're all just young people.
Or something, something, something like that...
It all came back to this, it seemed.
Flora won't deny it, the cap'n is a rare one.
"Men are so hot and cute and wonderful and for what" - Belmont PhaseSkeith
Everything hurts so much more and so much less than it's supposed to.
Glimmer's a fast thinker. Zeke's a slow chef. So, she gets cooking.
A galaxy with a penchant for forming and emitting self-destructive star, after star, after star...indeed, that's Mythra.
How can it be a second wind? There's hardly any motion at all.
Thank the heavens! The kid is alright.
That's affinity for ya!
As if anyone could possibly know what Glimmer had been through.
Only time can tell how far forward the connection will carry.
(check for balance - G/G)
(check for balance - S/1)
(check for balance - G/G)
(check for balance - 2/X)
(check for balance - 1/1/1)
(check for balance - 3/S)
(check for balance - X/2)
(check for balance - 3/2)
The extent of your will; like a song that presents proudly its motifs and develops them all, all, all.
Shania's life that could have been...
Mythra could see it so clearly in her mind's eye. It was beautiful.
flora ass fic 2: cole
But they've got their own concerns. Haven't they?
What if Lora had found Minoth - as was her wont to do?
Their communication isn't much better than that of petulant little boys, really.
Today, this fine Wednesday, I worried endlessly about dates and the impossible task of preserving the human mind. But everything is alright, after all.
It has always been summarily obvious what Cammuravi is. Might that not also be who he is?
Sena often keeps Aegaeon up at night, but he doesn't mind.
Despite her most ardent impatience, Glimmer knows she'll put up with anything, for Miyabi. Yeah, and she'll be good at it, too.
How bold they are! But of course Godcleaver and Stoutheart should be nothing but.
Taion would figure a way through this, even if it meant asking counsel from Eunie.
Minoth struggles with proximity to Addam.
Lora discusses the thousand natural shocks with Minoth.
They're swift and sure, stronger together. They always will be.
Does Dunban's heightened awareness come at a cost? Thanks, but no thanks.
Cole marks himself much too old to survive a lightning strike, but he's got no choice, now, has he?
"So...since when did you two get all buddy-buddy?"
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
It didn't work out, and it was never going to. Maybe that's a good thing.
Isn't it so good to be there when you're needed?
Maybe the goal isn't so grand as all that.
With a swift counterwave, Aegaeon evades all risk of catching feelings.
Aegaeon is a weird girl for sure. Might he also be a mean girl?
Listen, when you've got two buff men seemingly predisposed, even predestined, to adore your every move...you take advantage of it.
Her elemental affinity tends frosty; of course there's another side to it.
(kallvis, bit by bit)
Twenty Africans were brought to Jamestown to be sold into bondage, the first Africans brought to Britain's North American colonies.
The Virginia House of Burgesses was formed, thus creating a body to record and enforce contracts between servants and masters.
A ship load of women were brought in to be servants.
The Virginia House of Burgesses was formed, thus creating a body to record and enforce contracts between servants and masters.
A ship load of women were brought in to be servants.
Not what I identify as. What I identify with. What I speak to and what speaks back to me.
I assume you know everything I feel, by everything I do. That there is no other avenue available to me.
Two little ladies, acting just as ladies should - enjoying each other's company, that is!
It's still floraminoade, of course, but with the provisions that Addam and Flora, and Minoth alongside, are just a little smarter and just a little stupider, but both in all the right ways, towards a silliest, most serendipitous middle-end interlude between more important events.
(collection of rarepair drabbles by request - six months later)
Shania had been cut off from the knees since birth, it felt like. But maybe Ghondor could help with that.
No one could ever mistake Ghondor for a guy. Not really.
Not brooms...nor brims.
"I am yours, you are mine - you are what you are."
A cat is a cat - how about that?
One such universal constant: anachronism.
Your favorite floral family...
So messy. So discomposed. So ungovernable.
An essay on the expectations we have for others' expectations.
It's an out-and-out open secret. It's something too trivially obvious to be spoken.
What are the tips of our fingers for, if not feeling? Prints infinitesimal, which do all the thinking for us.
Penn soared so long he left the gazette without picking up Traysi's last, and most crucial, lead.
ask it where it was, and how it got there
Let me tell you what I'm worried about (but it won't stop the rain).
Goldie often imagined that she would be a wonderful friend of the Koroks...if she could see them.
Do you fancy yourself a humorist?
The selling price of a large chunk of Zonaite or a Giant Brightbloom Seed is a mere 6 Rupees. A standard chunk or a normal seed, 3.
Goldie has an insightful chat with something resembling a brick wall.
Day 30 - Growing old together
Day 29 - Alternate time period
Day 28 - Accidental coming out
Day 27 - Queer group meeting
Day 26 - Gender is a construct
Day 25 - Date
Day 24 - Confession
Day 23 - Dinner
Day 22 - Secret dating
Day 21 - Pining
Day 20 - Fruity sleepover
Day 19 - I thought everyone liked both?
Day 18 - Two dads
Day 17 - Realizing they're ace
Day 16 - Alternate universe
Day 15 - First crush
Day 14 - Are they dating or not?
Day 13 - Two moms
Day 12 - Planning for a child
Day 11 - Coming out as trans
Day 10 - Shenanigans at the pride parade
Day 09 - Wedding
Day 08 - Prideful baking
Day 07 - Pride flags
Day 06 - Proposal
Day 05 - Surprise! We're engaged!
Day 04 - Gender euphoria
Day 03 - Early signs
Day 02 - Surprise! We're dating!
Day 01 - Actually, I'm not straight
on courage
on power
A litany for moving forward.
How Brighid could be on fire, forever, and not be consumed was an enigma to Mòrag. It shouldn't have been, though - Mòrag herself had survived the flames many a time.
An unfortunate truth...
Contrived as it might have been, the warriors of distant lands found community while waiting on a friend.
Two straightforward girls make a simple, sweet promise.
Oh, it was destiny. A siren call to power.
if i concentrate hard enough, i can fall fast in love with what has been and what may be.
Through the gate, there breathes a deeper sigh; aspirations are born in tandem.
The return of rosefic: Jin ponders.
We cannot stop straining and crying to be enough.
sunday's hope is monday's gush; lest we not forget, amid the rush
Attemptedly artful, but in execution...not so much.
A train of thought on the boxes I keep myself in.
Why is my own obstinance the sternest task?
[Day 31 - Free Space]
[Day 30 - Annoying Habits]
[Day 29 - Rest/Journey]
[Day 28 - AU: Online]
[Day 27 - Bees and Birds]
[Day 26 - Trauma/Recovery]
[Day 25 - AU: Fantasy]
[Day 24 - Pet Names]
[Day 23 - Singing/Music]
[Day 22 - AU: Xeno Series]
[Day 21 - Favorite Items]
[Day 20 - Touch/Contact]
[Day 19 - AU: Never Met]
[Day 18 - Personal HC]
[Day 17 - Dreams/Hopes]
[Day 16 - AU: Crossover]
[Day 15 - Trust/Secrets]
[Day 14 - Prince Charming]
[Day 13 - Victory/Revenge]
[Day 12 - Game Mechanics]
[Day 11 - Honesty/Truth]
[Day 10 - AU: Artists]
[Day 09 - Kiss It Better]
[Day 08 - Letters/Writing]
[Day 07 - AU: Monster]
[Day 06 - Inside Jokes]
[Day 05 - Gender/Identity]
[Day 04 - AU: Roleswap]
[Day 03 - Body Language]
[Day 02 - Weather/Seasons]
[Day 01 - AU: Modern]
Central tenet: old people have got it figured OUT.
Did they not all have a desperate desire to understand? Was that too base, too simple?
It's a difficult thing, gravity.
i've seen real lesbians, in my life now.
Sometimes there really is a chance that extends, gleaming, forever.
I could have sworn...ah, but no, the big world has its little rules.
Creeping out to lay our shadows, boldly we must go.
And love is always leading forward, too brave ever to be falling back.
Very limited in scope. There may be more, later.
sure fine whatever
As a blade, forged in the fire...
It is merely quintessence that serves to align these fixed, tracing stars.
This evaluation should be a note of love - not just have, but be.
It never leaves me. I cannot leave.
neither here nor there but a secret third thing
who will emplace me? who will provide the permission?
This is what I was taught. This is what was very nearly forced upon me.
This is what I have learned. This is what I cannot discard.
This is what I have learned. This is what I cannot discard.
I want a drink...to wash all the filth that is deep in my guts.
"They call it longing because it takes forever."
We know so little. We trust (we hope) so much.
What a beautiful goal: to be glowing.
Femslash February 2024 title cleanup!
Only in this manner may desires be permitted.
There should be some word for it, in that ever-relevant dictionary of obscure sorrows: the feeling of getting hopelessly lost in an empty room.
Take it to the end of the measure. Come on, sing it, now.
I'm told I give wonderful hugs. Who's there waiting for me?
[Day 29 - End]
[Day 28 - Peace]
[Day 27 - Destruction]
[Day 26 - Family]
[Day 25 - Homecoming]
[Day 24 - Soldier]
[Day 23 - Heart]
[Day 22 - Trinity]
[Day 21 - Ether]
[Day 20 - Eternal]
[Day 19 - Domain]
[Day 18 - Rival]
[Day 17 - Ally]
[Day 16 - Enemy]
[Day 15 - Blade]
[Day 14 - Fauna]
[Day 13 - Collection]
[Day 12 - Strange]
[Day 11 - Flora]
[Day 10 - Fleeting]
[Day 09 - Physical]
[Day 08 - Mecha]
[Day 07 - Mind]
[Day 06 - Cities]
[Day 05 - Regions]
[Day 04 - Worlds]
[Day 03 - Creation]
[Day 02 - War]
[Day 01 - Beginning]
Be serious, now. Be real.
(teaching as a metaphor for love)
There are certainties, on this earth.
Think about it.
Indulge me the melodrama - it's all I have to give.
Good things don't come easy.
It's hard to hide your scars from someone who knows the knife. And one thing about wounds - they're open.
What entropy is there in a feedback loop?
We fit as naturally as anything. Oh, boy, do we.
So, of course, the address by "dear Hugo" to "dear Addam" is a hot, distant euphoria.
All love, all closeness; a pressure and a release.
Things we know to be true. Things we don't dare to hope. And one forges the other.
Almost there...forever.
Uncomplicated affection may be the idyll, but it's not the rule.
Time alone, watching the flow.
It has always been true that beautiful things grow where we let them.
Animals, trapped in bodies with overthinking minds.
(collection of ship drabbles by request)
Post with instructions to hijack:
The kind of thing that remained, across universes.
No mitigating circumstances now - it's only common sense.
On the merits of being true to one's own self.
In a world like this, you really are damned lucky if you find what you're looking for.
truths only discovered with lips sealed and minds mumbling.
Or, poetry in motion.
Indeed, that we all were so satisfied with that which stays.
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
You know you're not special, right?
Now this, my friend, is living!
More power? Don't mind if I do!
(To be read, perhaps, in the voice of Dr James Grime)
It would be impossible to pin every single influence. But Mik considered that maybe this had been one.
Something of a...note to self.
And the story just kept on going.
Why wouldn't we be proud of you? You do so many good things.
how can i describe the place where the light gets in? it's dark
should be - and someday, isDon't tell me you ever saw someone who was told to do something, and was happy about it.
we must learn to ask this.
Three possibilities, each equally likely and equally embarrassing.
Following an adventure in the browser console to retrieve the prior entries I hadn't written down, here are the discards from my XSW experiment. Primarily platonic except where it would be funny to do something else. Completed in entirety...one year later.
Goodness gracious! Girls kissing!
(previously unwritten ship - 2/3) #07
(previously unwritten ship - 1/2) #40
(previously unwritten ship - X/3) #22
(previously unwritten ship - 1/2) #--
(previously unwritten ship - 3/X) #14
(previously unwritten ship - 2/3) #17
(previously unwritten ship - 2/3) #03
A novelization of the eponymous sidequest, with added focus on the exposition it provides for Minoth's backstory and mindset.
The relic reignited wonders.
over, and over, and it's over again
(previously unwritten ship - X/3)
(previously unwritten ship - 3/1)
(previously unwritten ship - 1/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 2/1)
(previously unwritten ship - 2/X)
(previously unwritten ship - X/1)
(previously unwritten ship - 3/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 2/X)
(previously unwritten ship - 3/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 3/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 2/3)
(previously unwritten ship - 1/3)
(previously unwritten ship - 1/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 1/2)
(previously unwritten ship - 1/X)
Them's the rules, I'm afraid: no-account children have only one purpose, and it's to be loved.
An old one, on a whim.
I knew him well, and hath borne him on my back a thousand times. Continue to do so, in point of fact. We will not speak of such an end.
This cat kills fascists!
Nia cackled. Melia steamed.
A wonderful time was had by all.
A wonderful time was had by all.
The great struggle; even, a war. Addam has only difficulty.
This is a test post for my neocities upload scripts. Wahoo!
Let's suppose Minoth hangs onto a surviving Torna. What next?
"would that we all were excited about the small things and didn't have to suffer innocently"
Such a clever question, this one. Such an impossibly simple solution.
And, truth to tell, she lights up well, so I, for one, don't blame her!
But, fierce and bold, in fiery gold, he glories all effulgent!
The predictable conclusion, Minoth thought, was that he was being taken...stock of. As usual.
Kissing, huh?
Gala is a little shy...
Billy's a rare one, among his generation. Of course Minoth's always more or less known that.
thank you berry for enabling me
The edge, a line, is a concept of two dimensions. The tip, a point, is a concept of one.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
You know what they say - great minds think alike.
Gala and Bart share some tender moments while camping.
The smallest things - like termites, or stolen kisses - often mean the most.
One thing that was blessedly easy for Addam and Minoth: they could always, always take up others' contention to make up their distracted-out own.
She'll be damned if she lets these antiquated contraptions of brass-bore battery get the best of her. Not only that, but she'll be embarrassed.
(collection of kiss drabbles by request)
It's not compulsory heterosexuality. It's something much stupider than that.
The justification is as follows, for blathering on and on:
In attempt to be earnest, all things turn nonsensical.
Addam learns to give his wife a kiss.
Addam learns to give his wife a kiss.
(hope you don't)
Give it up. Give it all up.
But what it has got...is pretty good, I'd say.
Another experiment. Another attempt.
[Day 31 - Free Space]
Through the visor, Fiora sees diamonds and diophantine dilemmas.
They all have so much pain.
They all have so much pain.
[Day 30 - Roleswap AU]
Good to get it all out in the open, right?
[Day 29 - Future/Aging]
[Day 28 - Inside Jokes]
I didn't have to...but I wanted to.
Sena has spent the previous eight-and-some terms of her life thinking in ors only.
[Day 27 - Protectiveness]
The burdensome light of evening time draws clear its vital intentions.
[Day 26 - Camp/Sleep]
[Day 25 - Meta Gimmicks]
[Day 24 - Fusion AU]
[Day 23 - Legacy/Children]
[Day 22 - Hair/Armor]
[Day 21 - Whump Space]
[Day 20 - Pet Names]
[Day 19 - Hidden Talents]
A mother never forsakes. A mother only copes, clutches, clings.
[Day 18 - Artists AU]
[Day 17 - Elements/Motifs]
[Day 16 - Feelings Denial]
[Day 15 - Support/Fear]
[Day 14 - Food/Home]
Mio is counting her blessings.
each song a blessing
[Day 13 - Plays/History]
[Day 12 - Modern AU]
Minoth hasn't lived in Auresco for long, but it's not the city that makes him feel like he's on the brink of something too big to understand.
Maybe they should all just stop talking for a while, and see what happened then.
Explanations between people can be as fine or as flimsy as they like.
"I hope you trust me, Minoth."
Minoth's face, just then, carries the most forlorn look Egil has ever seen.
Minoth's face, just then, carries the most forlorn look Egil has ever seen.
[Day 11 - Mythra Space]
Haze is happy. That needn't always mean a bad thing, you know!
Such are promises...
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
Just try and stop me!
[Day 10 - Weapons/Battle]
Imagine gem crafting with Alvis - "To me!" "To you, Shulk."
What a fine friend have I!
And remember the better words later - to say surely, in your heart.
[Day 09 - Scars/Crystal]
Whatever he is, whoever they are, he's got to go all in for meaning.
Homecoming is passed down like a treasure through the ranks, as each cohort bubbles up.
"You look just like him."
"Truly?"
"Truly?"
To a flower, the soil is only full of nutrients. Not the corpses beneath.
[Day 08 - Idiosyncrasies]
[Day 07 - Attraction/Banter]
[Day 06 - Monster AU]
What about bugs? You guys got any bugs?
Jin isn't used to sleeping with other people. Addam respects that, but he's also a massive cajoler. As is Lora.
[Day 05 - Friends/Social]
Florid flashes tattoo the scene. Like seeing inside marrow, between bones.
What follows on from family...can't be too bad, then, can it?
[Day 04 - Favorite Items]
Nia doesn't take cues from anyone but Melia, thank you very much.
We all need someone to lean on - and not just for three seconds, and over! No, no. A good long while.
[Day 03 - Crafting/Hobbies]
No, the Aegis is not a silent, glowing angel operative. She's a loud, angry, finicky teenage girl.
!Liar. Liar, liar, liar
"You need a haircut, badly. 'Cause you've already got this hole in your head."
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
[Day 02 - Meeting/Bonding]
[Day 01 - Fantasy AU]
Aionios isn't quite a perpetual motion machine. But it's...something like that.
After it all, it is still about rights, and reassertions.
With use case expended, they expire together.
And so the ridiculous miracle becomes a commonplace.
The feeling of drowning, alone, is quite familiar to Rex.
Inherently: version history - commit history. Where've we been, and how did we get here?
And still the warmth lingers, even in untouchable places.
Of course I know him. He's me.
humans see what they want to see
"So you were together, with Alvis?"
I've heard it said that it's not the responsibility of the listener to keep attentive. No, you have to captivate - and you have to earn.
you can shine, you can shine, you can shine
Clear the logs. Close the accounts.
"I've got nothing to be afraid of."
"You're sure?"
"You're sure?"
"I cannot help my suspicion."
"I know. But I can."
"I know. But I can."
It's another stitch closer to where he wants to be, and another puncture where the light can get in.
One thing she's learned, bein' a proper adult 'n' all: you gotta ask these questions.
100-word Xeno series drabbles sourced from what might be used as a character matchup generator.
Impossible to deplete, unfortunately.
...and what a lovely way to go.
Slow, and gentle, a ripple issuing from the instance of time.
your friend...
The universe is an old soul.
That's bloody brilliant. Well done you!
Now, I don't pretend to tell you how to find happiness and love, when every day is a struggle to survive. But I do insist that you do survive, because the days and the years ahead are worth living for!
Addam, let's do it together!
The night, cool and shifting, is its own little world.
Most people who throw their food do so due to the subconscious fear that if they don't, later they may sit on it !
Always a reason. Always preparation...for that wonderful moment.
Even Vulcans did not define death as the barrier.
Minoth often wondered why so many Blades looked that way.
And, my god, do choose your words wisely.
My dearest, dearest friends.
And I am simply ancient...!
No, no, no - you must watch!
So simple it doesn't need explanation. And on, and on, and on...
Try as she might, Nia can't help but fret over this new...oh, don't call it a conquest. But she finds herself feeling quite triumphant, all the same.
Who ever touched a place like that? Who had either the point or the privilege?
Indeed. They are Ardainian Blades.
Make it make sense!
Uhura could rely on her best guys for anything - including completely hamming it up.
very kind very sweet very mwah
Minoth's quite an independent soul.
Just as long-windedly: the masculine urge to punch a persistent POS right out.
Business as usual, eh?
within your attributes, a vital mutator; for better or for worse, the interface is implemented
Hah, as if.
The unlikely (no, quite likely) Nia- pair are mischief and its maintainer - though perhaps not in the order you'd expect.
what you are, and what you haven't
what you see before you is
what you see before you is
and in the streets the children screamed; the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
like clouds :)
(per mel mellythird:
(per mel mellythird:
"the part of xenoblade x where my player character said 'normalize kissing your girl best friend on the mouth' really hit me"
)Implicit: subtle and sweet.
If you must take issue...well, then grasp it by the horns.
A hollow whistle sounds - causal, or casual?
The bitch is burning. The stars are on fire.
Both were equally afraid of seeing the other again, by the end of it.
Bozeman...well. We're really in it now, aren't we?
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
Patroka had killed a lot of things.
100-word Xeno series character drabbles, with the theme being, of course, asexuality.
Bio/demographic information for my OC depiction of Addam's wife, each bit in the form of a 100-word drabble.
The bell tolls, ever-beckoning, for those trapped in between.
To be palatial is not to be at peace.
He'd try, at least. Oh, how he wanted to try.
The gang share some special desserts.
A house of dead-eyed stares perches on the shore, permanently faced to the depths.
what is and what should never be
Minoth had a problem. The solution was astoundingly convenient.
(royalty in purpose)
so great, to feel so small
Who could actually know the truth? And did it, by any stroke, matter?
I could be wrong, but I'm not. Now tell me, what kind of love have you got?
I hate to see her going, but I sure do love to see her walking away.
"I'm conducting an experiment," said Amalthus.
Really, it was about learning about people, and learning how very, very far they all had to go.
Everybody settle in, now.
Minoth tried to keep his thoughts orderly, with at least some sort of artistic point, but it was...difficult.