Sol always knows the nicest things to say.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.

Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.

Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.

do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both

Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.

Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.

Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.

Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.

Luke, Leia, and Han go ice skating for the first time together!

ct-hardcase on tumblr said "I wish you would write a fic where... Luke, Han, and Leia are all learning how to ice skate for the first time"

I sort of flew fast and loose with the prompt you gave me.