Pick two points in the Rin & Girey timeline you want to see more of! *rubs hands together* and I’ll start writing!!
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Archive | January 4, 2012
Kinkmas Bonus: Exposition, for @Rix_Scaedu
More story of Fae Apoc, the Black House, for Rix’s request.
I could use someone to pick a communal card… or I can ran-generate one for me.
Exposition
Yaminah didn’t quite look at him. Her vision was still blurry from the drugs, and she wasn’t certain, either, that she dared. “How would you have me serve you, Master?” she asked, her voice feeling a little hollow to her ears. She belonged here. But would she survive it?
He took her chin in his hand, and studied her. “First, by always being honest with me when we are alone. Completely honest.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Secondly, by telling me what brings a former student of Addergoole prostrating herself at my door. Completely honestly, remember?”
Her mouth was suddenly dry as, with his question, the enormity of what she had done began to sink in. “My power, sir,” she said carefully, “tells me where I need to be. It told me I needed to be with you. For the next two years, it seems.”
“Interesting.” He didn’t sound pleased, but, held by the chin, she couldn’t flinch away. “Has it done this before?”
“I’m… not certain. I hadn’t Changed yet when I was caught before. But, considering the way my first year went, I’ve wondered if my power didn’t push me towards him.”
“Even more interesting. A power that wants you Kept.”
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A Belated Yule Gift, a story of Tir na Cali for the Giraffe Call (@cluudle)
The same characters as this story; Queen Larissa is also canonical Tír na Cali, in that she is one of the first characters I created in the world.
Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
A slave was always at a bit of a disadvantage in dealing with his Mistress. The American-born kidnapped slave of the Queen of Tír na Cali was at even more of a disadvantage; their status could not, in this status-mad-society, be further apart unless he went rogue (at which point, he’d have bigger concerns than social disadvantages). When the Queen and Mistress was telepathic, there was no use even thinking of an advantage, not when she could turn off the telepathic damper at any time.
So Jeremy had no idea what Queen Larissa was thinking, just that, from her body language in the last few days, she must be planning something. It made him uncomfortable – he’d served her so well, made her, as far as he could tell, so happy. Californian politics were full of potholes and traps he hadn’t even thought to look for, when he’d first been bought; had he stepped in something and not even noticed? Had he horribly offended some very important person?
The worries ran in trapped-hamster circles in his mind for days while his Queen stayed busy with the rather-more-important business of running the country, and did not call on him at all, which did nothing to help his concerns. By the time she called him into her chambers, late on a Saturday evening, he could barely sit still for the nerves.
“I want to talk to you about something,” she told him slowly, which did not help. “Come here.”
He did, of course. Being disobedient would not help his case. He sat by her feet while she brushed his hair, and waited to see if she would say anything.
After a while, she did. “Duchess Candida’s eldest daughter.”
Another lineage test? Now? “Kerry? Black hair, probably from her father, stunning blue-grey eyes, and a very sharp smile. Unmarried and without Consort or children.”
“I would like to give you to her.”
“You…” His heart nearly stopped. It was one thing to know you were property, another to hear yourself being discussed like a piece of meat.
“Loan, rather, for perhaps a month and a half.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I like you, Jeremy. I won’t do it if you ask me not to. But she is, as you said, childless and young, and I am neither of those things, not by quite a while.”
He frowned. The Californian nobles aged very slowly, it was true, but Queen Larissa was no longer young even by their standards. “I enjoy serving you, Your Majesty,” he murmured, neutrally but honestly.
“I have noticed,” she answered dryly, her fingers hovering over the controls to the telepathic damper. “Will you tell me how you feel about this, Jeremy, or am I going to have to take it from your mind?”
“I…” he choked, caught on conflicting feelings and a desire to say nothing at all about any of it. Feelings weren’t what he wanted to talk about. “Wrap me up in a bow?” he choked out. “Happy belated Yule, Kerry, enjoy the present, I know I have?”
She patted his shoulder again, and did not invade his mind. “I hear,” his lover and Queen whispered, “that she’s absolutely on fire in the sack. Who do you think I’m giving a gift to, Jeremy, her… or you?”
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Winter is Here
The tiny creek that
drains our land is frozen, its
voice stilled: it, too, rests.
Okay, it’s a culvert, not a creek. But it’s still frozen. Winter is here!
House stuff has moved to a crawl; there’s a lot we really can’t do in the winter. We installed a closet rod & shelf in the closet – making the built-in cabinet will wait till spring, when we can stain & poly without killing ourselves. Soon, I think, we’ll have the window finished, and then we can sleep in a bedroom!!
We bought granite tile to go under the wood-burning stove, and when that arrives (around the 7th), we can make a hearth board, then have a chimney person come and install the stove, and then we will have firefirefire.
Christmas was wonderful, hanging out with my folks & the dog on Xmas eve, cocoa with ![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capriox, then Holmes with T. on Christmas Day (we skipped going out to Chinese and had pizza the day before instead). New year’s was quiet – mostly knitting. I’ve been knitting a lot.
ysabetwordsmith wrote this lovely poem to my prompt in yesterday’s fishbowl.
anke‘s free small art is still open! Go prompt! She’s specifically asked for non-tipping prompts as well as tipping, so don’t be shy!
Rix_scaedu has posted the roundup from her call for prompts. If you haven’t read them, well, read them!!
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