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"Sometimes,” Bel said, “I think that only I know what a wicked creature you truly are, Sophy."
Christmas Eve, 1812: the Annual West Wycombe Soirée. The rooms are hot, the games tiresome, and the men utterly objectionable. Any discerning young lady would prefer the company of a friend to such a crowd, particularly when said friend is the most striking and spirited girl in the entire county. There is nothing so remarkable about that. Right? Right?!
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10 Oct 2025
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But there is Nemesis: wild dark hair and banded muscle and steel, all of her wielded with such strength she seems forged from the razor of moonlight itself. Sworn blade and judge, nobody’s mother; a daughter, just like Melinoë.
Perhaps they could have been nothing more than friends, were theirs a different sort of story.
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28 Jul 2025
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“I understand.” Melinoë says hurriedly, turning on the stone seat to face her. “I knew it was never truly about me. But I hated you to look at me the way you did. I much prefer the way you look at me now.”
“Oh, yeah?” Nemesis raises an eyebrow. “And how’s that?”
“Like you want me.” Melinoë says. And then blinks, as though she hasn’t meant to.
Oh. Well.
(mom says its my turn to write about the Hot Springs scene)
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28 Jul 2025
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In a bid to end their fruitless squabbling, Hecate places a hex on Nemesis and Melinoë to resolve their issues without violence, leaving the pair desperate to blow off some steam.
So they get creative. Fast.
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20 Oct 2024
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The first time you kiss her, the spirit world buzzes and thrums around you. It isn’t that the past hours have felt unreal; rather, they’ve felt too good to be true. Asami is sweet and kind and beautiful, and you can’t stop thinking that over and over again -- beautiful, beautiful, beautiful -- because you’re allowed to, and she knows.
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(A short collection of 'firsts,' for their first anniversary.)
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07 Apr 2024