Celian

Stepping out into the gloomy twilight which prevailed on winter mornings before you could really call it sunrise was like running into a pane of glass and then breathing in the shards. Dante had read those words in Mistress Alice's book, but only now he realized what it really felt like. It was cold. Definitely colder than the last days. It usually took thirty minutes to get at a brisk walk from the Mitchell farmhouse to the Horner farmhouse, but he bet himself he'd be faster. Because, damn it,

Next to "it's the right thing to do" which he truly beliefs in, Dust was raised to help whenever he can. He would never ask for money or the like, but could well be that Nathan sets a "non-negotionable" friendship-discount to his legal services (for Quen or the future) out of gratitute. Fear is a strong motivation and fear of death the more so. He was an unknown, a deathly one... and without support from his family who would fight for him, there is just so much a minor/young adult without any means can do. A teddy bear! A talking teddy bear... ❤️

~The Lawyer~ I was speechless. For ten years, I had struggled with my magic, trying to come to terms with the fact that I would never master it and that it would make me a danger to others. And now... there was hope. I doubted I would ever be able to shake hands with an unknown mage without gloves, but not feeling the agonizing inner storm as soon as I was near someone with magic would be a start. The chair in the waiting area wasn't very comfortable, but the memories I had

The woman, who called herself Yessica White and worked as a private investigator, was dressed in such a low-key manner that the word boring initially came to Ellen's mind. However, she had already gotten a glimpse of Yessica's sharp mind at their first meeting. "Good morning, Sister." greeted Yessica with a polite smile. "Good morning.", Ellen returned the greeting and followed right behind, "Would you like some coffee?" "No, thanks, I've already had my morning fix." There was som

First: I have no clue why I got a notification for your comment only know, why I haven's seen and responded, when it's already from December... 🤔 We have a saying, translates into "who never ate cookies in bed doesn't know how much crumbs do pinch". But right you are, she would deserve and more. Flynn is indeed in a tough position, but he makes the lives of everyone involved only more miserable by his behaviour. Dante's try at diplomacy was a good start, but let's see how much that helps. I doubt Tom is that dumb, he might have underestimated Frank, but he's able to draw conclusions and learn. And if word gets out how Frank feels a piece of his brother came back through Dante, that might shift the whole thing anyway. Oh now that would be something though I can't imagine Alice agreeing so such a request, seeing how she doesn't like Tom at all.

Dust will go visiting him soon and after he's out of jail he'll pop up more often. His parents died in the tsumani christmas 2004, he had just turned 7 and was left with the maternal family because of a broken leg (a bully at school pushed him down the stairs, doc said his condition wasn't stable enough for the trip). They raised him thereafter. Not sure when and where more details about that will come up but the Hogwarts joke's on them, cause they can definitley compete against the Dursleys... It's always difficult to explain such stuff without info-dumping, but I'm happy it helped ❤️

~The Lawyer~ “Since you're here, Mr. Upfield, may I ask you about my brother?” The cursebreaker broke the silence, and I nodded. “Of course.” I wanted to say more, but Quentin's question and accompanying grin came back to me. I had wanted to mention it, but now that I was sitting across from his big brother and wishing I could be close enough to him to check if he had freckles—Quentin had a lot of unusually dark freckles on his nose and cheekbones—it seemed like a recipe for embarras

Here I thought I am a responsible author for not ridiculing or humiliating poor Mr. Buckley and you want the juicy details? Shame on you. Though I honestly doubt there was much standing at attention. I mean, forcefully rubbing yourself hard under the scrutinizing stare of medical stuff might take a while... And our cursebreaker was quick to intervene. As for the real medical problem? Ejaculat allergy does exist and the 12% is roundabout true, a ladyfriend of mine is suffering from it. Apparentely took an odyssee till diagnosed.

We will see next chapter 😊

~The Cursebreaker~ One could almost think Quincefield had never been anything more than another sleepy little town somewhere in Montana. The first serial killer in the town's history in February? Completely crazy aging magic just days later? A child pornography ring uncovered in March? Out of the media, out of mind. A relieved nod because it was over, and on we go. People from all over the state and perhaps beyond were sitting everyday in the MID waiting area, and enough of th

A family curse, befriending a magebreaker, some magical theory, a cursed teddybear... Just an ordinary day, right?

Let's hope Anduin knows at least some respect towards his little brother, but my longterm-hopes are not that high. He has a screw or two too loose for that. Pierre is a sweet boy and will of course do everything to get to stay. He seems to like Cain and his future will only get brighter if he learns from the kitchen master. Cain is a stable point in the background and the household does probably not realize how much they actually need him (apart the food, of course). And Marc... oh he cares more than he could ever say aloud, but he is his own obstacle. Time will tell how far he can tear it down.

A snack and three hours later, Remy's new room, including the bathroom, was all set up. The only thing missing was the bed. "Really, Marc, thanks for your help," Remy said with a grateful smile as Marc pushed the empty laundry baskets toward the door with his foot. "I'm going to grab some bedding real quick and-" "No need, it's all here," Marc interrupted him with a knowing smile. He pointed to the bed. "In the drawers underneath are pillows and various blankets for summer and winter,

I dare say a remote cottage is more comfortable to live in and easier to reach

That. Exactly that 😍

One of the "known" reasons is for sure the problem called "you're part of my hoard"-talk. Everything else? Patience. Also: sorry for the long wait. All this emotional drama is not so much my style and although I love the characters and the story it sometimes snuffs out motivation. I hope this time it stays longer... 🫣

We will probably get an answer to that in his next chapter

Tony said nothing and asked nothing, and neither did I, until we sat down to a late dinner. “I guess it went well,” he simply remarked, and even without further words, it was clear what he meant. “I have a boyfriend now.” I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers as if there were a ring on them for him to admire. He snorted amusedly and shook his head. “Congratulations.” Then he added, casually yet cautiously, “As long as you're sure and happy...” To be honest, I had doubted myse

Man-child is a good term, keep that in mind... Considering Sawyer was a spontaneous creation cause "I need someone to loosen the mood", he turned out quite well Mysteries. No but I don't think Alice knows herself what she wants. Especially after this incident with Dante. But don't forget, her family and others are - some more, some less subtle - pushing her into his direction.

He will sometimes need a reminder on that, but in general he will always have a sweet heart. All that remains to be seen. Even because of: Frank might just get jealous, whether he has any reason to or not. I honestly never saw him like that, but I see where this comes from. (And I'm not known for creating characters who collect brownie points left and right wherever they go )

Leaning on one elbow, Dante pulled up the covers and watched Frank slip into bed. Instead of lying down and turning off the light, however, he sat there and returned Dante's gaze. "What is it?", Dante wanted to know and Frank blushed. "You're beautiful." "Thanks." Dante smiled weakly. Apparently this was another one of those shy moments for Frank now, and judging by the way Frank was moving minimally, restlessly somehow, he had more to say. If Dante was honest, he was a little afr

This is an important point in the plot. It means a lot to Remy and his mistresses and everything that comes with it will have some sort of relevance in the future.

Remy's mind was completely blank as he sat down on the other side of Mistress Therese's desk. His heart was racing, his hands shaking. "Ellen, dear, could you please stop pulling a face like you really need to go to the bathroom?" Mistress Ellen grimaced, then grinned wryly at Remy. His fears were now joined by a fair amount of confusion, and he intertwined his fingers so tightly it hurt. Mistress Therese brought her fingertips together, took a deep breath, and looked at Remy

We will see a lot more of them in the future, both in the official story and here, over behind-the-scenes chapters.

"You should stop staring like that." "I'm not staring." Tom grunted. Sawyer growled. "Shut up." Was it now illegal to look at a handsome guy? To add emphasis, he snorted dismissively and grabbed a cookie from the cookie jar behind him. Not far away, but given the general volume far enough to not be able to understand the words, Robin and Dante stood talking. Dante kept nodding seriously before suddenly bursting out laughing. A small smile crept onto Sawyer's face, like a