Tag: Selowyn x 2

Melisande Meadowshine possessed what she considered to be a mostly-useless form of soothsaying. So frequently she started an embroidery project with no recipient in mind. Perhaps I’ll sell it, she usually reasoned. Once, when it was the thing keeping her afloat, her talents commanded a decent price. Now, it had returned to its rightful place as her creative outlet, a way to commune with her matronly forebears. A way to make a person feel appreciated, seen. And, as ever, by the time she felt inspired to complete some half-finished thing, the proper recipient appeared. It was a mundane magic of sorts.

For Miss Selowyn, her answer of “green” as a favored color was enough to send Melisande scrambling through her desk drawers. A bit...

Did he have a sign on his back? ‘Yank me around, I like it’? Wasn’t worth it. Ren smoothed the scowl off his face. No questions and no answers. No one to care. His own fault. The life he’d cultivated. Careful.

How many knew his name?… Sunsworn most likely. Their relationship was like that.

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His back pressed into the trunk, the bark bit through cotton to scrape his back. The label was teased off the bottle intact, then stacked with the others. He'd be sure to clean up; kids shouldn't see this. Refuge from memories and sulky aching. Wasn’t like him.

No one should see this. No one...