Fic spelunking: gems

[cimorene]

§ not one of the many miraculous hidden talents in his repartee.


§ Their race had brushed past that social stigmata


§ annunciating every word


§ following the events of "The English man and the son of the dessert"


§ the chill trying to warm its way under his clothes


§ They’d passed by each other, orbiting each other but their ecliptic planes never lined up, they never collided for more than a few minutes at a time.


§ sends his organs plummeting through his feet

Comments

[oracne]

I love these.

[princessofgeeks]

ROTFL and speechless, by turns.

[eve_n_furter]

Aww, that snuggly chill!

[ursamajor]

"they never collided for more than a few minutes at a time" *ggl*

"the son of the dessert" oh, is that what they call second dessert now? why so gendered? :D