Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.
They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.
The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.
There are worse things than being lashed.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
Tsukishima knew if he didn't look now, he never would, so he steeled himself. “If you want to show me, then show me, sir.”
Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.