Subject 15: Ch 18

Fane shifted, his skin prickling at the heavy embroidery rubbing along his scars. He still wasn’t keen on the new clothes, though he was getting used to them. He studied himself in the mirror hung on the inside of his wardrobe. Black kurta, black churidar, black leather jutti. He had to admit, it all moved…

Fyskar: Ch 3

NSFW: prostitution Fearchar led Eoin to the croft entrance as the first sprinkling of rain descended on the hillside. Swept and well kept, the sill stone gleamed beneath small autumn flowers, absorbing the leftover warmth of the sun. He noted a few simple medicinal herbs and cold-weather vegetables tucked under rambling grass heads and shrubs….

Fyskar: Ch 2

A smoking peat fire sputtered in the tavern’s fireplace. Reflector oil lamps hung strewn about the rafters, illuminating the shadows the morning sun had not yet banished from the dim room. The acid smell of burning rush and beef suet mingled with the peat, leaving the building coated in an earthy scent. A clatter of…

Life of a Librarian: Ch 2

Trigger Warning – Dead Naming It was cold in the room, but I could already feel the pits in my shirt growing moist.  Lovely.  Just lovely.  Not really how I planned my day, but hey, when you want a job, it’ll suck for the first few days.   I knew, just by dragging out all of…