There are worse things than being lashed.
“Why do you wear your face like that?”
Nie Huaisang's hand comes up partway to Meng Yao's face before his fingers curl inwards. Meng Yao's eyes go wide and tremulous before the corners of his mouth curl into a small smile, like one of the soundless laughs shared between them in the midst of a banquet speech.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.
Silly little ficlet.
Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.
Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.
Vanessa's mutant gene activated just in time to save her from dying - but then she spent six months being tortured by DMC. Now she's alive, deeply maladjusted, and living in Domino's spare room.
Domino's not exactly happy about it.