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A Not Sunday Six?
Nov. 30th, 2020 08:07 amMeant to do Sunday Six last night, then, you know, didn't, because I have the attention span of a hummingbird on meth and the focus of a caffinated herd of ferrets. ("Business" of ferrets is proper, apparently? Group names are so silly, you can tell they were just made up by some guy back in the day.)
Anyhow.
“Uh. Can you do me a small favor? I want to test something out, and I need your help.”
“That depends on what the favor is, I’m pretty sure.” Marian smiled, and Talis smiled back.
“Nothing hard, I just need you to come over to my room and put your hand on the hilt of a sword. Er. A literal sword, not some sort of sexual metaphor.”
Look, it's the kind of story where the sexual metaphor is actually much more likely, okay? :D (From Paladins of Desire, ch. 17, because yes, apparently I accidentally a NaNo this month and now have an entire novel I didn't mean to write.)
Anyhow.
“Uh. Can you do me a small favor? I want to test something out, and I need your help.”
“That depends on what the favor is, I’m pretty sure.” Marian smiled, and Talis smiled back.
“Nothing hard, I just need you to come over to my room and put your hand on the hilt of a sword. Er. A literal sword, not some sort of sexual metaphor.”
Look, it's the kind of story where the sexual metaphor is actually much more likely, okay? :D (From Paladins of Desire, ch. 17, because yes, apparently I accidentally a NaNo this month and now have an entire novel I didn't mean to write.)