Celian

A place like this needs to be filled with life, but there is barely the opportunity to turn those background-characters into something more than puppets. All those work and house slaves are of course their own personalities, but we normally don't need to see more of them, it's enough if they exist. But I like how this turned out, all in all. Blaise is pissy-pouting now and we see more of that in the next Another Time chapter. Sometimes you could think he doesn't know what he wants. Your word in the Great Mother's ear.

"If you need help, let me know." Dante got a tired look from Henry, an annoyed one from TJ, and a grateful one from Seth. But since it remained at glances, he left the kitchen with a mental shrug. Mistress Alice had discussed long and loud with her mother beforehand regarding Dante's participation in the birthday party. She had won out in the end, and so Dante was allowed to celebrate with the workers in the basement instead of being dressed up to serve food. He felt a little sorry for Henr

I don't know how you can call ~870miles "not that far" but I guess you americans think in different dimensions... 🤔 Fingers crossed on that one!

Finding a way to the hut was surprisingly less tricky than what Darryl had thought. He couldn’t say whether the overgrown state of the tiny cabin was meant as disguise or whether it was nature doing its thing, but either way, in the dark it was hard to spot and even during daylight it was surely not standing out. Engine switched off, the boat glided the last few meters through the black, barely moving waters until the bow gently bumped against some protruding planks serving as sort of jet

That's exactly what we need to cross our fingers for...

The laughter of the rest of the Mitchells, still sitting in the living room, gave Dante pause. Blaise should have been here. With his wife, his kids, his grandkids. Not downstairs, not with a young guy on his lap, not with a dick in his mouth. Dante swallowed. He understood perfectly well that Blaise wanted to follow both sides of his bisexuality- if that was even what he really was and he wasn't lying to everyone, including himself- and he also understood his ambivalent attitude about depe

To this, I can't give you a satisfying answer, but with this chapter we entered to peak of the story, so to speak. Alice will come home soon enough and still too late... And Blaise... patience, my friends, patience...

The show is inspired by a real show, as are the women taking part in it. Apart the very specific history question all the questions were once real ones as well (the one about the poet is at least taken from a real historic happning). Root for them! They will need it... I would support that. Because Blaise IS a creep. The type of guy where everyone just shakes their heads and says "oh but he was such a nice guy, lovely neighbour, never thought he could do such things".

Frank's fingertips slid over Dante's skin. "Where did you get those?" he wanted to know, referring to the scratches on his back. "Alice.", Dante answered curtly, kneading his pajama top in his hands. He really just wanted to curl up in the warm bed and sleep; his nose felt like he was getting a cold. "How-" "Do you really want to know that much?", Dante interrupted him, and the warm fingers disappeared. "No. Actually, no, I don't," Frank muttered and, moreover, took a step ba

I love non-couples bicker like that ❤️ Next chapter gives some answers. And that maybe-tracker might be a problem sooner or later...

The St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 was a tight labyrinth made of marble, sharp angles and way too many angels overlooking it. A dangerous hiding place, making him feel watched. A handful of people were still around and Darryl hoped it was enough to keep the Butcher from shooting. He could hear a woman giggling, dirt crunching under shoes, Siren trying to control his breath. “There are three of them, maybe four,” Siren whispered. “Visitors or pursuers?” “Hrmph. Pursuers, moron.”

They are best friends since early childhood, but yes, Sarah loves Matthew. He chose back than Anne Stone, and heartbroken, Sarah went for Daniel, the brother of her female best friend Nika. She cares about Daniel, deeply even, but it's not the same love she still nurses for Matthew. If Sarah marries, whether Matthew or someone else, Daniel would still remain her personal slave and first caregiver of his children. Since he fathered a daughter, Sarah's firstborn, he has a good standing within society. No, Sarah doesn't have that much money. All she has is inheritance from her grandmother, since she has no own income. I toyed with the idea, for both Britney and Carolyn, but let it go. Britney because she's a bitch, Carolyn because... well it could easily spoil some fun and I wasn't feeling comfortable writing her. Sarah is a very sweet, sensitive woman, a dreamhead and flower girl, a good mother. I don't want to say she is naive, but she's always searching for the good in people. She wants the best for the ones she loves and cares for. But, like so many others, she's even a bit scared of her mother. She wants Matthew to be happy and worries about his mental health, so giving him back the guy that was his best friend and brother would be for her the easiest way, even while not liking Tom herself. Whether she does this, or whether Carolyn allows/accepts this, is another question. Kyle is a neighbour, he's helping Matthew. He got mentioned a time or two before, Alice told Dante the story of the family. Yes, of course she could. Without a will, the farm would be devided between all the female heirs, meaning Britney, Sarah, Alice, Maisie and Jessy. But Carolyn would never be so stupid or naive to believe this could work. Since neither Sarah or Alice are interested and Jessy has clear ideas about becoming a priestress, she could write it in a way that Britney would be a placeholder/keeper for Maisie, with strict rules etc.

The ruins of a freshly burned house looked sad, like tragedy. The ruins of a house burned down already more than ten years ago, got crowned with loneliness and melancholy. The boards with which the windows were boarded up had become rotten, graffiti could be seen here and there next to vines. A grimy sign advertising the property for sale peeked out from the high snow in the front yard. The protective paint of the wooden fence had been worn away by wind and weather, and the wood underneat

"How bad can it get?" belongs straight into the category of Famous Last Words. Frank grew up in this society, with those somewhat strange rules of the North, and he knows his sister. And to a lesser extent Matthew, of course. Who says there aren't more who saw or heard more than they should have, like Flynn? Her ultimate revenge will be something... That remains to be seen. Now that Alice is away, there's lots of room for any type of desaster to happen. Maybe it won't even be nessessary in the end anymore...

Frank actually losing it would have been something, though the consequences might have been... harsh. Attacking a woman, whether lethal or not, is a severe transgression. Typical case of "fight or flight? nope, freeze". Another very good question. Thing is, right now he's not exactly doing much to actually get it. I promise it will.

From one moment to the next, Dante was wide awake. It was so quiet around him that the darkness and the feeling of being alone made his pulse skyrocket until he heard a faint sigh. Mistress Alice. As he turned to her, the scratches and marks she had left on the back of his shoulders called to him with a subtle sting. He ignored them, there was nothing else he could do. Instead, he snuggled up to her, kissed her shoulder, and glanced at her glowing alarm clock. A few more minutes.

You are not wrong, Blaise is twisting the reality to fit his dreams and fantasies better. How he remembers the accident is therefore a good question, although he was probably the one claiming his innocence and accusing the other driver (Henry's uncle). Dante... we need to remember, that this is seen through the lense of Blaise and that Dante indeed knows what happened and that he's playing a game for time. On the other hand we know how Dante saw a reliable fatherfigure in Blaise, something he was searching for. And in general, Dante has a bit of a difficulty setting boundaries regarding himself, because let's be honest, he's doing this game because Tom and Frank thought it to be a good idea to keep Blaise occupied for another while, not because he believes in this plan. As a third point, we shouldn't forget that Blaise is hitting a bit of a sore spot when it comes to Dante's sexuality, we will see more about Dante's thoughts on all that next chapter.

That's it exactly. (I haven't been able to write more than those two chapters for Blaise because, well... his mind is not my favorite place.)

Blaise scowled at the papers in front of him. How in the world was it possible that a farm - a farm, not a big company - produced so much paperwork? The words blurred on the paper and he rubbed his eyes. Much rather than this, he would have liked to talk to Dante right now. They had talked a lot in the last few days. About why Dante had been considered impotent. About Tom and how uncomfortable Dante had been with his subliminally demanding nature. They had talked about Sawyer and, bran

All very good questions, @drsawzall. Just, our two wannabe-lovebirds are not assassins, just agents with the license to kill THEY are the assassins and would count as criminal organization.

True that. So many possibilities, so many of them could be great. That remains to be seen for now Well, as Darryl said, this was supposed to be a friendly exchange. (Both their agencies, or rather their bosses, don't like/trust each other. That's why they normally meet on neutral ground. More on that later on.)

The jazz in New Orleans wasn’t just music. Some said it was the heartbeat of the city, its pulse, others said it was downright written into its DNA. Darryl had no real opinion on that, other than jazz being a nice change from the boring everyday radio mix. Like that, him waiting at Mary’s Jazz Hall had at least a positive point. He leaned against the bar, a glass with bourbon in hand, and slightly moved to the music the live band played on a small stage. Outside a humid heat pressed down

During the course of this story keep me updated on whether I meet your suspicions or not 😝

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, sweet pastries and drizzle after a week of exceptionally hot days filled the little café with a unique type of coziness. London during summer was something else. But for Darryl—or “Orion”—every guest in this room was a potential target or a deadly threat. Or at least a possible casualty. He didn't touch his black coffee, merely stirred in it to not sit motionless. His attention was focused on the window and what lay behind, the second-grade bustling on a stree

Two liaison officers, supposed to exchange information, documents and data, while maintaining professional animosity. Seven years go down well. And than one whisper out of script seems enough to put everything in a dangerous tilt...