They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.
(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)
The two of them are marked by water.
On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
There are other ways to engineer a crisis in Gilead.
Finney gets cat ears at the worst possible time. Something to do with cause and effect.
The least Nathan can do at this stage in the proceedings is show Caleb a good time.
There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.
In Florence, Bedelia du Maurier considers her position.
Art for reine_des_corbeaux.
Ammit consecrates her avatar to herself.