I don’t know if you realize how much it means that at the end of the night, I come home to you.

Is it brave to tremble, and be out of breath? Is it brave to be afraid?

No, it can’t be.

Do you know what that does to me? You can’t. No. Mismatched libido means you don't understand the way desire crawls across my skin on the daily. You don't understand that you deny me with your thoughtlessness. You don't think it cruel.

A car accident from 4 different perspectives.

“Oh, nasty.” Yim looks up from the base of the traveler’s shrine to see Wist in front of him. Wist grins, sharp white teeth against dull pale features, before they speak. “You’re still the orc?”

The forest starts to smell like fresh water, letting her know she’s approaching her favorite reading spot.

What a wonderful morning.