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Seeing Anduin sitting relaxed between Cain and Flavius at the table, shoveling scrambled eggs and bacon into himself, thoroughly destroyed Remy's morning peace, even though none of the slaves spoke. That Flavius was already neatly dressed for taking Mistress Ellen for an appointment to Denser's Port made Remy kind of nervous; his cornflakes were unusually tasteless. "What's Claire like?" Flavius asked then into the silence. Remy, but also Marc, winced. He looked to Anduin, who shrugged

Ah, I expected a Hannelore behind! Though my great-aunt would have been mortally offended by a nickname like this. We were only allowed to call her Hanni because we were the kids of her favorite nephew...

Just a question @Robert Hugill, why the name Hansi? It's a male first name and in Germany we don't tend to gender-cross-name kids. Might pass as nickname, but then she would most likely not introduce herself with it.

Admittedly, I was annoyed by Ludo as well. At first. The adult-me, the one with relationship-arguments and breakups, was annoyed. But the teenage-me, who had years of parents fighting, breaking up and divorcing, understands. Because it fucking hurts when a parent "abandons" you in whatever way. It fucking hurts when a parent speaks bad about the other one (it does even now, more than 15 years later). It fucking hurts to hear "oh but they are your parent" - yeah so what? They are hurting me, hurting the parent I love, hurting my siblings. I wondered how my mother was able to stay so calm, to never say a bad word about my father, to keep it all hidden inside, but I guess she knew all this. How it would hurt us. How it would make this torn feeling even worse. And guess what? My father managed to destroy our (his/mine) relationship all by himself. So, taking the position of grown-up Damian here: please continue like this, Ludo. Yes, you are hurt, but Jackie is the mother of your son and your son needs you. Try to stay neutral. It will help Damian the most.

@Danners Reading this, I'm quite sure you'll shed some tears over the course of the story. It's difficult to assess Frank properly and I guess he doesn't even know himself either. He's treated differently on the occasion- he's a simple worker, sometimes his parent's baby, sometimes the free man with duties towards his family and society. @centexhairysub Tom sure is an ass, but he held onto his promise, did nothing Dante didn't want, didn't push for things... For sure he didn't tell Dante about Blaise because of the embarassment, his wounded pride, and the others... most likely put that topic into Tom's responsibility apart from the thought that Dante might already know. In such a close group it's easy to forget a newcomer can't know all the details from day one. Generally speaking, I agree that Frank, next to sexual curiosity, is developing feelings for Dante. But Dante has to tread carefully... And let's hope Alice keeps showing her good heart and doesn't decide in the wrong moment she needs to follow into her mothers' and grandmothers' footsteps...

@Danners Part of your comment gave me goosebumbs. Big part, honestly, cause all those characters will change and develop and evolve - in better and worse ways - but you put the situation down with greatly fitting words (as always). I'm thanking you for your compliment and wait nibbling on a fingernail for your thoughts on further developments ❤️

I totally agree on the first part. And, well, the world is big. While the continent this story takes place is ruled by the belief in the Great Mother, in Arkjon (another continent) they originally believed in a male version of this. After getting in contact, the belief in the Great Mother and Her Daughters got merged with the on of the All-Father and his sons. And there is a religion about "dead desert gods" though there will probably never get more details up. I mean, there are lots of religions in our world too, so who's to say there are not many more in theirs as well? Alice is a well read woman, she for sure does her research before writing

The warm water stung on the burned areas, so much that Dante almost bit his lower lip bloody; the emergency shower, right after Mikey had accidentally dumped the acrid cleanser down his neck, had brought tears to his eyes. He turned off the water and wrapped himself in a towel, then stepped out of the shower, wincing when Frank opened the door briskly. Cold air swirled around his feet. "Oh", Frank made in surprise, but then stepped inside and closed the door. "Does it hurt a lot? It doesn't

As the pessimistic German likes to say: "Schlimmer geht immer." = Worse is always possible. And Remy|Maurice had a really fucked up live till he came to Harlaney House.

Up here, on the third floor, he had never been before. There were a surprising number of doors in the white walls, and in front of one of them, which looked to him like all the others, Anduin stopped. "Riri... you know we both have to obey the High Mother whether we like it or not. And what she asks of us now, you will perhaps- probably- not like." He nodded silently. What else could he do? Of course he hadn't been told what would happen next, they never did- he was too dreamy and chil

Had to ask Google what Midol is but it might be worth a try can't get that much worse.

There was a somewhat strange mood. Dante could see it working in Frank, and he himself... felt embarrassedly honored that he held Frank's trust. He hoped he was proving himself worthy of it. Added to this, of course, was the awkwardness of the subject itself. In comfortable silence they prepared their omelet and had almost finished it when Blaise came into the kitchen. "Good morning, Blaise." Dante nodded to him in greeting. Again the questions came up as to why Blaise hadn't spoken to

@centexhairysub All of that... remains to be seen But the times ahead definitely promise to raise the adrenaline level.

Remy pushed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Anduin. Anduin would stay here. Shit. The question of whether they could avoid each other didn't arise, because of course they wouldn't be able to. And probably... no. No, it had been thirteen years, he couldn't tell how Anduin thought by now. Maybe they could talk... and just bury things in the past? He pushed himself away from the door and flicked on the bedside lamp, warm yell

You know what, I really would love to see the scene of Ludo's and Jackie's argument, where he admits to seeing Arthur, from Jackie's point of view. Apart from that: great chapter as always!

I like that (Honestly, I never defined how old he is. Two, three years older than Carolyn I would say. For telling you how old Carolyn and Blaise are, I would need to do some math (too lazy), but Blaise is 5 years younger than Carolyn.)

Dante Jeremy Sapphire (26) family: unknown Alice Mitchell (25) Anthony: her twinbrother, deceased Carolyn Mitchell: Matriarch Charlotte: her mother, deceased Michael "Mikey" Washington: education-slave (16) TJ: personal slave (27) Blaise Mitchell: Carolyn's husband, freedman Britney Mitchell (32) Jessy: her daughter (8) Jordan: Charlotte's personal slave, Jessy's fath

"But I don't want yellow!" Jack scowled. "But with yellow, we'll do the stars and the moons and then we'll put the blue in and it'll be green and then we'll do the trees and the apples," Maisie reprimanded him. "I like red apples better though.", Jessy declared and Jack nagged: "I want them purple!" "Maisie is right, we'll start with yellow," Daniel stated firmly and Dante grinned at the foam on the dishwater. "We need more powdered sugar," Jessy made herself heard and F

And it was damn hard to write. I'm not exactly an overly emotional person and this drama queen was killing me here... ❤️ Finley will tell (more or less) what he said - yes it included bodily harm - and no, Steven was not fully aware what he was doing. More on that later, cause we'll see him again. No he didn't but close enough. A dragon has a special bond to his hoard and as Uther explained, in can have a sexual aspect. 🍑 I don't think Finley has realized what kind of jokes he will have to endure if words gets out that he, as gay dragon, hoards peaches... It's an allround enhancing tattoo. He has two of them, one left one right, for both human and dragon form. For Emmett's healing ignoring the announced magic resistance: it's neither nor, it's just him and what he is Lucky me? Poor me! Go back, re-read the chapter, re-read your comment and pour all your thoughts down 😎 Thank you! ❤️ I would say this is the sort of info bomb Finley should throw very carefully. Given Emmett's fear of being used and abused for his powers and the attempt hat kidnapping and selling him for exactly that, I really don't think he will take it easy to be "owned"...

All I had wanted was a good-humored evening. In pretty clothes, made up, with good company and delicious drinks. An evening that would help me decide what I actually wanted. Because: I had discussed with Tony what a redress-thing with Finley should look like, and apart from the important point that it had to be a place where I felt comfortable, it also had to be something where we could have a good conversation - preferably without scaring humans off. The result was dinner at the Golden Lea

Dante was a pretty standard misantrophic constant bad mood pubescent teenager Florian? No, you might mean Flavius from White Sheets. The Trioe itself does appear in the background of a story and Nico will get some extra screen time, but he and Dante meeting again will happen off-screen (and after Dante's main story). (I could write a chapter for it for this Another Time categoy but it would contain some spoilers.)

Dante passed the ball to Robert, whose feet danced with the ball for a moment before he shot. The ball smacked loudly against the padded mat that served as their goal, and their team emitted short whoops of joy while in the background Ottmar ended the game with two sharp whistles. "Five minutes!" he shouted loudly, and Dante expelled the air before slowly walking off the field. "Good pass.", Robert suddenly said behind him and he shrugged. "If you say so. You're the one who keeps

Slowly, the reddish-brown stain faded. With the shoulder Remy wiped some sweat from his face while he dripped more bleach on the stain and then continued scrubbing. Neither the sheet was his, nor the blood on it- whereas he was truly grateful for the latter- but that didn't change the intensity with which he worked. As long as he was in this household, no one would have to sleep on a sheet with old blood on it, not even Joy, who had managed to make herself unpopular in less than forty-eight

Add to that the fact that most pleasure slaves have a high status- especially in the upper class- and often enough fully embrace the "I'm more important than you" attitude. Given Dante's pride and the fact that he was deemed impotent, that makes for a nice mix. Or not, like oil and water. The first, I would say. Though I wouldn't put it beyond him to immediately calculate his chances. Oh holy, you honestly throw me off with this. Never before thought about this theory. Which tells you already the answer. But seriously, do you think Tom could rise to Blaise's favorite if that were the case? Anyway, we hear about Tom and the accident more, don't worry. Absolutely agree. (She has nice momets but I'm not sure you'd need a full hand to count them.) The kind of believes he has are indeed a not uncommon interpretation of their religion. He's young and if he got raised with those believes, if this is his first time in the wide world, so to speak, he might be confronted with other views for the first time. But, you know, getting rid of those ideas so deeply ingrained in you is hard. A newcomer acting high and mighty instead of askind for help/advice? Yupp. Not going to become my friend that easily.

"If you keep this up, the welts will never heal." "And you obviously have nothing better to do than stare at my backside, hmm?" "No." Tom's grin was clearly audible and Dante rolled his eyes, invisible to Tom, as he smoothed out the pillowcase on the clothesline. Before bending down for the matching blanket cover- the last item in the basket- he glanced over his shoulder. Tom was leaning in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest, watching Dante work. His posture, his look, his