Goodsir watches Silna after a long day's work, and Silna watches Goodsir.
William Gibson has a past, but Cornelius Hickey has a future.
They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?
Goodsir takes stock of his practicals.
He is not in his body. He is not of his body at all.
Little wakes from unconsciousness into different company.
The man in black knows the score, but who's counting?
Aumerle lives to regret many things.
Their first time is the last time.
If Lan Wangji has learned anything from his atonement for Wei Wuxian’s death, it is that patience is neither simple nor shallow.