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Kiley
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"Kiley, I'm hungry."  Marco's voice rises up to me in its characteristic whine.  He's always the first to ask when the next meal is, though to his credit, the rest of the camp is quick to echo him every time.  Everyone's hungry.  Everyone's always hungry.

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Alestere
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I exit the room with no further dramatic pronouncements.  I wonder if Jhe Emily shall be with Jhe Aaren in his room, or if she's elsewhere?  They don't need to be physically near each other to be as connected as they are, which is the beauty of such a connection.  But for the purposes of our meeting, I need Jhe Emily with us.

My brother's door opens behind me.  I turn around to see who has emerged.  Jhe Katherine glares down the hall at me, then closes the door behind her.  "You," she says with a glare.

I nod, clasping my hands behind my back.  "Me."

She takes the opportunity to catch up with me, then hooks her hand around my elbow.  "Don't just take off like that!  Who knows how long you could be away?"

I raise an eyebrow.  "I should think that as a Blue Lord, I would know."

That throws her off for a moment.  She holds a finger up, trying to think of what to say next.

This was originally posted on April 1st 2010 as Chapter 39 of Peacock King Book 3. As such it contains spoilers for chapters 1-38 of Book 3! You should probably read those first!

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Katherine
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I know when it happens. I'm already on my knees, hands covering my face. I don't want anybody to see, which is silly. I'm still alone, still sneaking around. Still trying not to let 'Sy find me. And for a moment, I just stay there, rock back and forth, and let the sorrow press in. It's going to come whether I try to stop it or not, and it'll pass easier if I just accept it.

I tried so hard to extend Elete's life. 'Sy and I both did. Considering that, it's especially cruel how he went. I can feel it all out, sense 'Sy's reasons as if I was there at the time. And, in a sense, I was. He couldn't Judge someone without me.

I just... I wish I would have been there. Why didn't Elete let me be there? He was a Time Lord, he could have--

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Set in Book 1. BDSM/rough sex warning.

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Ebrellin-i
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I've made quite the confection, and now I plan to unwrap it. He peers up from inside the silks, sashes and ornaments, blue eyes sparkling up at me like jewels. Those eyes are nothing I can disguise or hide, not with makeup, not with masks. Even through a veil those eyes betray him. The most I could do is blindfold him, which would be its own sweet joy - how he would gasp!

This is a Smut Saturday feature written in accordance to A.M. Harte's request, and features Gerald and Katherine.

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