Fae Briona

Well, I should have quit reading this an hour ago but was too wrapped up in wanting to see how it ended. 💖👅 Wonderful!!!!

I was glad to see it as well. He deserved the happiness -- and the confidence that he can please his mates, and isn't a "bad lay".

Interesting 2nd chapter. Wonder what's up with the lack of aura though...

"Legend told that there was another dimension that held nothing but miscellaneous werewolf clothing." This has to be the best line ever. 😄

Ok... definitely drooling on the keyboard this time. 👅💗

Oh my..... think I'm drooling on my keyboard. 👅

Great start to the story.

Kyle seems to have the same sense of observation that he mother does.

Sweet and touching. Captures the love the two of you have, and made me smile.

Went tot the performance of Ailey II last night that had originally been C's and my's big night out. Glad friends (IRL and online) encouraged me to go. I did have to leave at 2nd intermission, but that was because of my joints and not my mental state. If you ever get a chance to see them, or the main Alvin Ailey troupe, do so - they're wonderful. Touch & Agree was their second of the three sets. Music was about 2x as loud as it should have been, but overall it was an enjoyable evening -- barring my joints; and the little incident right at the start of the show. Their very first dance segment of their first set used a fog machine; which set off the smoke alarms❕ Took them a few minutes to get the fog cleared out and the alarms turned off (though probably not as long as it felt). I felt bad for the dancers, but they were able to start back up again like they hadn't been interrupted [they finished the first segment before the house lights came back on and the stage cleared]. Touch & Agree was moving in a way that all good art should be. Brought back the sweeter memories of my Boy, and made me smile. 💖 Did have a brief moment of sadness this morning when I woke up alone instead if with my Boy in my arms, but work distracted me from that. Still "candidate season" and the weather caused delays again today for the early morning outbound flight. Flight in tomorrow should be fine, but the return flight on Tuesday -- and the inbound flights for the last candidate -- could be... um... "interesting". They're predicting snow, and the line between a dusting and several inches is way too close to here for comfort.

Love this. Reminds me of C, but in a comforting and reassuring way. 💗

Just now reading your poems. Both of these are good, but love the first one more - been both the scattered stars, and the gatherer. Always remember that the shards of broken glass put back together make a stained glass window -- when can be more beautiful than an unbroken pane.

The lead singer of 21 Pilots deals with depression, and a lot of songs touch on the subject: "I begin to assemble what weapons I can find; 'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind."

I've dealt with depression my entire life, and understand the desire to be "normal".

When I see "holidays" and May 1 I think of Beltane. 🙂

I got an email this evening, with an apology for not responding earlier and a promise to tell me when the headstone is installed. I think it was bothering me more than I had wanted to admit to myself. Woke up this morning with "Surrender" by Paloma Faith running through my head.

Haven't heard back from his from his friend or sister after paying off the headstone, but I really didn't do it for them -- I did it for him, and for myself. A "thank you" would be nice though.

Growing up in a rural area [mumble] years ago, I can say that just knowing other people like you even exist can be a wonderful thing. And too many fetishes have stigma's attached to them, with too many preconceived ideas of what "roles" one must play in them. It's human nature to put labels on things and tuck them away in neat little boxes. But most of human nature doesn't work like that. Who we are can be a bit blurry around the edges, blend from dominate trait to secondary trait without a clear dividing line. We're all shades of gray, not sharply defined patches of black/white

Was going to say the same thing -- especially if you've never had one before and have no idea what's up. Hope things get better.

L gave me the number to the Memorial place that C's sis had used. She'd put down a down-payment on the headstone, but wasn't sure how she was going to pay for the rest of it. It's been such a busy week, I hadn't had time to call them until lunch today. Thay had to call his sis to get her verbal OK before talking to me (which I expected) and I paid off what was left on the headstone; was about what I was expecting. It was something I felt like I had to do for my Boy. I didn't expect the emotions that took a hold of me. Doing this was such a final thing - the period at the end of a painful sentence. And in the afternoon mail was the pamphlet from his funeral, and a DVD with a copy of the recording they took of his funeral. I think it will be awhile before I can watch that. Most days are better. I can look back and think of him and the time we did have together and smile, but.... I know there will always be that "but" -- those moments that sneak up on you from nowhere.

I'm happy for you, for both of you, but at the same time I'm envious of what you have together. Love your Sir; love your Boy.

Noah is in a bad place. I remembered that the photo was the V-Day photo with the inscription on the back. This could very well push him over the edge, entirely into the abyss -- I hope it doesn't.

" But I left it, because I like the flow. " <-- this That's what should determine chapter length - the flow of the chapter. What is the a good, logical, place to stop the chapter? You shouldn't feel compelled to "wrap it up" just because you hit some arbitrary word count.

I started getting arthritis when I was 16 due to a number of developmental bone deformities in my legs. Nothing is really visible or noticeable, so I get the odd look when using my cane unless it's a day that the pain is obvious on my face (like today, when I came home at 2pm). Thankfully [and I truly am grateful for this] I work somewhere that is very supportive and understanding and lets me adjust my hours when I need to. I also bring things home at times to work on them on/off during the day if it's a day I'm hurting enough that I can't be at work, but things still need to be done -- some things I can do from home, stretched out on the couch; or on the computer, in short stretches of time. I'm sorry that you're dealing with pain. It's constant presence isn't fun. And, especially now, there are those who question you one needs long-term pain Rx.

Yep - things are about to get interesting. Glad Aiden got them to talk to one another.