I rolled over to the sky suggesting light at the edges of the tree line. The biodome panels radiated with shimmering greens and purples, creating murky swaths of smudged stars. The dome was cooling with autumn’s approach. The birds were whispering in the quiet. I pulled together my best clothes and trench coat. With some…
Tag: sanctus
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 24
“Damn it, Lunam! You were supposed to come directly to me when you returned from getting him!” Medicus bellowed. We were in the clinic, me on the gurney, Sanctus letting me lean on him. It was late into the evening. I had let Sanctus pull me in when he wouldn’t stop fretting about the fever….
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 22
NSFW: EROTICA “Lunam? You’ll be okay, won’t you?” Sanctus searched my eyes as he dragged me through a door behind Gemma’s throne into an antichamber. My base. My antichamber. Wiping out the whole of her council and her in one fell swoop was making me reel. “Lunam?” he tried to get me to answer. “I…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 20
I dug around in the pile of storage boxes I had sequestered into the weird alcove corner a support beam in my room provided me. One box looked promising. I hadn’t gotten into it from five years ago. I shifted some papers and random shirts off the top and found the black fabric I was…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 19
A pasty cream-coloured world slowly came into focus, along with a raging headache. More like Medicus’s sick yellow cement walls. I studied the lines between brick and mortar in apathetic indifference for a time. I kept my breathing shallow. It felt better that way. I had to wonder. I had been in my great-grandmother’s apartment….
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 16
“What do you mean you will become Pluto?” Sanctus asked in confusion. I despised this aspect of being a co-leader. Mater was to be Proserpina. I was to be Pluto. It was the positions we held within Caeruleum. Hades and Persephone – the givers, the protectors. Pluto and Proserpina – the takers, the grievers. There…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 15
I yawned. The morning was way too early, and everything was stiff. I hadn’t moved in hours. I stretched, wary of Sanctus, only to find space around me. I blinked. My bed was empty. That was a first. His palette was empty. Not that I had woken to him in it in the morning yet…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 13
Six weeks passed with few outstanding events. Sanctus’s back healed from the stitches, leaving behind itchy scabs that drove him up the wall. He went daily to see Medicus after we dropped Sam and Abby off at Argenti’s together. Within a week and a half of our conversation about his embroidery, he joined with Vestitor…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 12
“Better?” I asked as Sam and I left Forceps. He nodded, running his hands through his hair happily. “Wanna go get your sister and have lunch?” We walked down the hall and back out to the shop floor. “Yes, sir.” He tucked his hands into his pockets as he smiled up at me. “You know…
The Fire in My Blood: Ch 11
The library was buried deep at the opposite end of the facility from my rooms. The place used to be a documents library where blueprints and print media had been kept when the warehouse had functioned. The stairs were dark, and a lamp was the best help we had down it. We needed to get…
Chapel Orahamm 