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The fic I posted yesterday is updated with chapter 2 now.
A Complete Education, on AO3; rated Explicit but it isn’t yet; chapter 2 of about 10 or so? currently at 9900 words. The Goblin Emperor, Maia/Csethiro preparing for their wedding, but with a lot of pre-slash background ships as everyone learns things about themselves.
Later, Cala said to him, “I thought thy face might catch fire, what in the gods’ names were they discussing?”
“Nothing of import,” Deret insisted. “How would I catch fire? I was merely watching the room!”
“Thou didst look upset,” Cala said, and lightly shoved his shoulder as he walked away.
“I did not!” Deret said. Nemer, the brave little edocharis, was passing by, and paused. “We did not look upset,” Deret clarified to him, for some reason.
“We are sure you did not,” Nemer said reassuringly, and utterly without sincerity, and made to move on.
Deret held out his hand to stop him. “Forsooth,” he said, “have we a poor control over our expressions?”
Nemer’s ears twitched, but he controlled his face. “Lieutenant Beshelar,” he said solemnly, “you are the portrait of stoicism itself.”
“Thank you,” Deret said, knowing Nemer was kidding but not knowing how to respond, and Nemer made a tiny shade of a formal bow and went on his way.
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The fic I posted yesterday is updated with chapter 2 now.
A Complete Education, on AO3; rated Explicit but it isn’t yet; chapter 2 of about 10 or so? currently at 9900 words. The Goblin Emperor, Maia/Csethiro preparing for their wedding, but with a lot of pre-slash background ships as everyone learns things about themselves.
Later, Cala said to him, “I thought thy face might catch fire, what in the gods’ names were they discussing?”
“Nothing of import,” Deret insisted. “How would I catch fire? I was merely watching the room!”
“Thou didst look upset,” Cala said, and lightly shoved his shoulder as he walked away.
“I did not!” Deret said. Nemer, the brave little edocharis, was passing by, and paused. “We did not look upset,” Deret clarified to him, for some reason.
“We are sure you did not,” Nemer said reassuringly, and utterly without sincerity, and made to move on.
Deret held out his hand to stop him. “Forsooth,” he said, “have we a poor control over our expressions?”
Nemer’s ears twitched, but he controlled his face. “Lieutenant Beshelar,” he said solemnly, “you are the portrait of stoicism itself.”
“Thank you,” Deret said, knowing Nemer was kidding but not knowing how to respond, and Nemer made a tiny shade of a formal bow and went on his way.
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