“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.
Silly little ficlet.
Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.
They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.
Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.
Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.
Close is worse than nothing.