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05 May 2021
“Relax your hands,” he said, low and patient. Frustrated, she forced herself to comply. The mare snorted and tossed her head, but her steps slowed. “Good.”
Saints, it was lucky her cheeks were already so red; it meant he couldn’t see the way he made her blush. He was talking to the horse as much as he was to her and she knew that, but it didn’t matter. The word was as heavy as a physical touch. She shivered, embarrassed and unnerved by her reaction.
“Aleksander,” he corrected, still in that same low voice. Sobha’s ears flickered, chasing the sound. “Just relax. You’re tense, and it’s making Sobha nervous.”
Or: Alina rides a horse, and then something else entirely.
(The Darkling. She rides the Darkling.)
He turns toward Ginny and finds her grinning back at him, exhausted and sweaty and absolutely fucking beaming.
Better than a championship, he thinks dazedly, and then, crystal clear on the heels of that revelation: fuck.
22 Sep 2020
The letter is short, a bare handful of words that burrow beneath her skin like slivers. She reads them over and over until they are carved into her heart, red as weirwood sap. Red as blood.
Daenerys is dead. The North is free, and yours, as it should be. Take care of our family.
Or: Jon and Sansa in the aftermath.
28 Mar 2020
The road into Coruscant was busier than she remembered.
Or: After seven long years wandering as a knight-errant, Rey returns to the city where it all began, and finds that it isn't the journey that troubles her but rather who's waiting at the end of it.
11 Mar 2020
God’s bones, what is happening? He’s smelled heat-scent before, but it’s never affected him like this. Never made him want to rip his armor off so he can feel the omega’s skin against his, never filled him with the visceral need to bite—
The thought is like ice water pouring down his spine; it cuts through the haze of heat-scent like a knife, leaving a brutal clarity in its wake. The only omega on this godforsaken journey is the princess.
En route to her betrothed and surrounded by a cadre of the realm’s fiercest alphas, the emperor’s granddaughter is going into heat.