It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.
Ransom gets out of jail. Marta's not so happy about it.
Maria's not sure how it all happened, really.
A little bit of contextless silliness, written for Elise. Mild Jehan-related naughtiness and an impatient Grantaire.
"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.
The love of Sander's life still manages to surprise him.
Mary’s usual expression of placid calm slipped for a moment before she responded with a twinkle in her eye. “I could possess advanced technology from an alien planet.”
An alternate universe in which Alina meets the stag, comes into her powers, and destroys the Fold--all before ever meeting Aleksander.
No inch of his bared skin is a revelation to Tang Fan, but stripping before him still feels like an unveiling, marital. A deification of the profane.
Young Feyd is accustomed to being wanted. Piter is profoundly uninterested.