Bee

Joined March 2023

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Have fun running around my worlds, and maybe don’t let your kids read these books.

(chapters in a series will have the same title and will be numbered♥️)

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Fraul, 23
As they crossed the Areidan border, Fraul ached. Tere noticed it, more from the empty bag of willow bark than anything else. He saw the clenched jaw and when they stopped for lunch he went to find Raru, who was standing near Crowe.
By Bee3 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 25
The next sunrise, Raru was in Fraul’s tent when Isabella appeared. She had refilled her tinctures the night before, moving through the woods in her skirts, picking flowers and digging roots. Without looking at Raru, she set about massaging again, though Fraul was still asleep.
By Bee3 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 27
The next day something was very odd, at least in Leonard’s opinion. He said nothing about it, but he felt the coolness that emanated off Fraul, who was awake before everyone and, as they began to march, did not wish Leonard good morning. The soldier who was often so pleasant was back to his icy ways.
By Bee3 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 26
When he woke, there was a flask of whiskey beside him. He glanced behind him; Fraul had not moved. He drank it like it was a lover and watched Fraul’s face as he lowered it.
By Bee3 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 28
When he woke in the morning the air was icy. He went out to make sure his company was awake, and since he had done nothing but roll off his cot and step into his boots, he was early. He reflected that when he didn’t drink, he had more time. He even grabbed a sip of coffee from the meal tent.
By Bee3 days ago in Fiction
Fraul, 24
A woman came down the trail. Captain Raile peered at her from her hidden place, the woman’s skirts all muddied at the hem and jewels hanging from her belt. They seemed to be talismans of some sort, catching the sun with their carvings.
By Bee3 days ago in Fiction
Fraul, 22
The next morning, long before sunrise, Raru walked to Heath’s cabin. He was afraid of what he would find. Heath heard his boots and met him on the porch.
By Bee7 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 21
Fraul took to greeting visitors on his feet. Heath finished another brace: this one was smaller and fit beneath a pant leg. It even bent a little, if not enough to buckle. One day Fraul walked to camp–robotically, to be sure, as if his legs were made of wood. He felt like his body was more whale bone and metal than his own tissue. But he walked. He walked! He wanted to cry.
By Bee7 days ago in Fiction
Fraul, 20
The brace was good. When Raru came to find him that night, Fraul leaned forward from the chair and said, “Spar with me.” “No,” Raru mumbled dully, sitting down.
By Bee8 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 19
In a few weeks he had gone from three steps to ten. He practiced in Kenneth’s house daily, where no one could see if he collapsed. He couldn’t spar with the brace on, which was his biggest regret so far.
By Bee8 days ago in Filthy
Fraul, 18
When Raru woke there was Tali, the ring on leather around her neck, watching their bodies together. She saw him awake and wrenched her eyes guiltily away, and he said, “Morning.”
By Bee8 days ago in Fiction
Fraul, 17
Heath woke him roughly, hand on his shoulder. “Boy,” he snapped, and Tere said, “Huh?” “Not you,” Heath growled. “Go back to sleep.” He shook Raru again, who threw off his hand. “Jesus,” Heath said. “What happened to you?”
By Bee8 days ago in Fiction

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