On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
The three of them go to see the redwoods.
Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.
After everyone but himself and Jyn died on Scarif, Bodhi did his best to hide from anything resembling excitement. Unfortunately, the Force - and the New Republic - had other plans.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
Silly little ficlet.
There are worse things than being lashed.