Rings of Honor

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The way Liv explained the night's festivities should have given him a clue as to what would be awaiting him upon his arrival. He'd needed to tie up some loose ends on a job but didn't want to keep her from making her appearance and had agreed to pick her up when everything was settled. Now, standing...

[collaborated on with Liv's player] The blue, flickering cast of a presently ignored flat screen lit up a brown-ticked blanket-mountain in the middle of a large rumpled bed... Pillows and random bits of clothing were haphazardly strewn across the floor.. a shirt still dangled from a carelessly knock...

[Post Beach/First Kiss] Nisha’s hands are brown and cracked. Burnt and worn like leather left too long in the sun. She uses them to sink her fabrics into a basin of water, creating a bubble of air that gets trapped in the folds then explodes under the skilled crush of her palms. There is a rhythm to...

He'd spent the last week carefully picking out pathways through camp that would run him parallel with the stardust wakes she left everywhere she went. He could feel it on his skin anytime he passed through a cloud of her. His senses all jumbled and confused- like he could see the sound of her voice....

[written with Liv's player.] The sound of the wild dogs that lived in the burrows outside of the kumpania, kicked up to a loud roar in the dead of night. Startled by the familiar but.. historic keening, a younger version of himself jerked violently awake. It only took him a couple of seconds, this t...

"I can't stay mad at you.." she cooed from the tree-line. Several days earlier, immediately after an enthralling pair of eyes lit up his skin and culled his very soul with her presence, he'd gone to find Vai and broached the subject of their encounter. It didn't go well. Not in the least, ...

This was a real f**king problem. The heat of the day was finally breaking, giving way to more comfortable temperatures and more reasons to get the hell out of the house. God knows after his encounter with Liv, there was a fair bit of energy riding sadistic piggy-back on taut shoulders. Writ had spe...

Ismarin, his mother, had been in labor for three excruciatingly painful days. "Have I ever told you the story about how you came into this life?" Bebi Nisha asked. Writ was six years old and sitting on his Aunt's lap listening for the sound of his newest sibling's first cries from just out...

The wolves closed in. Teeth gnashing, snarling, spitting.. snapping at his feet as he stood bloodied, stripped to the waist and scarred from chin to torso, surrounded by their demands. Obey.. the Alpha murmurs into the recesses of his mind. She has an ancient, cloying voice. One that has the rhythm ...

The questions. The longing. Needing an answer. Forking over your last scrap of coin with promises of more later- whatever more he'd take in trade (often offered with a fluttering of lashes and a dismal display of self-worth.) The sheer desperation that brought people to Writ's door, or him to theirs...