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Keeping her distance from me, at breakfast. Dorothy isn't there when I walk into the separate- private -dining room assigned to our wedding party, and by the time she does appear I'm already sat at a full table, it having become so after I'd sat down.
It takes me a moment. Waking up, stretching and halfway through realising I am. Stretching, that I can. Realising on the back of my discovered freedom that: I'm alone.
"And I didn't even ask your name." Shaking my head, laughter bubbling up, out. Amused but not ...
At least on the Supernatural leaning side of my TUGs work, I've even (with success and without) created a sort of 'Bunnyverse' team up, letting a half dozen characters meet and bounce off each other, throwing them against some common threat.
Where I can't settle, and certainly can't sleep. Too wired, despite it being hours ago part of me still feels as though I'm riding, that long enjoyable haul north, throwing the Hayabusa through the curves, letting the miles ...
Obviously the whole chapter is sort of a callback to the very beginning of this series of tales, but I like the retrospective of sorts. Makes me think back on everything that Brooke has been through in those five years.
Quite the ride :) and yes, I used Jennifer specifically because of her ...
Jennifer, my oldest friend. Over thirteen years since a small group of us met, thrown together that first somewhat daunting day, following which we marched through Everest Comprehensive together.
Born into money, not fuck you rich, but rich enough to own a summer ...
It's foreshadowing basically. For Brooke all she's done is help, but, that doesn't mean Kira saw things the same way.
Ah. So I suppose I did over-interpret it. Not ideal that you basically felt the need to 'spoil' one of the upcoming chapters, but I understand the desire to clarify (and ...
"Looks better." Casting a professional eye across the halfway transformed space. "Good." "Ddfffsssppppmm." "Yes." Taking a step to the side and turning, adjusting my view of the world to include Foxe. "You look good too."
Finally, after what felt like a protracted back and forth, a series of ...
Negotiating a corridor full of furniture and other removed things, slipping and squeezing through narrow gaps and eventually through the open door, and I've no clue what it looked like before but.
Great continuation, still liking the bondage descriptions. Please keep it going :)
Miranda folded her arms across her chest. “I didn’t think tutoring was going to be…like that. But I did read the final draft of Clark’s essay, and, well, it’s honestly very good.” Miranda paused for a moment. “So ...
"For what?" Asking the empty, this particular patch at least and it better fucking be since I'm felling, wood. Paused for a brief rest and to check the blade sharpness, because I've been going at it awhile and consistent use does tend to blunt chainsaws.