Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 17

Caliban makes a pleased sound in his throat at the feeling of her nails- yeah, he’s going to be up for round two soon. 

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 16

Can she ever hear the pout underneath that, but she has learned so much from her men, especially about consent, and he’s checking in with her again. When he has been alone for so long.

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 15

He has to bite his laughter back to close-mouthed chuckles so he doesn’t disrupt her work when she uses her tiny little paws to neaten up his beard- she’s so silly and adorable with that shapeshifting of hers. 

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 14

“He’s the very best at being social, he always answers my baroness correspondence for me and he did circles around the people at that silly ball. Your Aesir can try being silly, but they’ll bite their fangs out on him socially, and when they try differently, they’ll get bitten by me and John. He always says that nobody gets to hurt his dracs. And duh, Quincy has a drac, he has more emotions than any silly fae could ever manage and he shows it all.” 

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 13

Does he want to be…? Caliban throws his head back and laughs. 

“Another one for the ‘no one’s ever asked me that before’ pile, puppy! Do I want to be pretty? I’d rather be intimidating, but I suppose if I can be intimidating and pretty, I don’t mind!”

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 12

“But where do your dracs come from? What’s the origin of your species? No creation myths?” 

That’s odd. Most peoples have creation myths which may or may not contain more or less truth. 

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 11

That’s not the word her papa used, but, maybe? And Caliban sounds so matter-of-fact about it. She tilts her head because… because her drac is wagging its tail so much at his tone. Wags its tail so hard that she just wants to hug him tight. So she does.

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 10

He laughs, “Okay, then!”, shifts his grip, slings her over his shoulder and gets back to walking. She feels like a fur collar, the same way she has on Daddy’s shoulders. Daddy is big, but Caliban is even bigger. 

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 9

Obviously thinking it over, she tilts her head. “How do you tell? When his grandfather attacked us, he did have this voice that felt like a winter storm. His mother is different though, well, no idea how she is now, tăticu rushed her away after Quincy’s half-sister gave her all her memories back.” She uses her hands to mime an explosion around her head. “That must be hard, suddenly remembering so many years.”

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Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 8

Day 152; approx. 14 Jan 1900

It’s day he-fucking-doesn’t-care-anymore and of course it’s hot as… Caliban snorts. Hot as fucking Muspellheim. Not like there’s any place that’s more of a hot, stinking armpit of a world in Yggdrasil than this. Though, given where it is, geographically, maybe it’s more of a hot, stinking foot- armpit’s more expressive, though, he decides as he finds himself a good, heavy, fist-sized rock. And it’s not like he’s a bard, so not like he needs to care about the sophistication of his similes.

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