Tyson’s Bath

Tyson’s bath
by Eldraug

Story Notes

Rating: Hmm. PG. I think. I’ve never posted non-smuttage before.

Author’s notes: VERY AU – as always. Ty is about three in this – at that fun age when harlings know everything and their parents are total idiots in their minds.

Beta: Three guesses. As, always, TNT.

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. It’s all Storm Constantine’s – character, places, etc. The brain is still on lease-to-own option and I just finished my last Diet Coke. Such is my life.

Summary: Terzian gets Tyson ready for bed.

Tyson’s Bath

“NO! I won’t! You can’t make me!”

With one well-aimed kick, Tyson had freed himself from Terzian’s arms. While the Varr was doubled over in pain, Tyson leapt off the floor where he has been dumped when harling foot had connected with ouana-lim. The harling looked up at his father then bolted down the long hallway. He skittered into Cobweb’s sitting rooms and hid under the couch panting softly.

Feeling smug about getting the best of his father, he didn’t keep a good eye out for Terzian’s boots coming into the room. Tyson soon found himself being yanked out from under the couch and whisked into his father’s tight grip. The harling tried to place another liberating kick but Terzian was expecting it and tucked the squirming harling under his arm so Tyson’s feet flailed safely behind him.

“Tyson,” Terzian began evenly. “You need a bath.”

“No. I don’t,” Ty answered, cocking one eyebrow and looking very much like his hostling.

Terzian sighed through his nose and said, “Yes. You do. You smell and Cobweb will have a fit if you get into bed like that.”

“You don’t have to tell him,” Tyson suggested, smiling.

Terzian had reached the end of his patience. Putting the harling down, he growled softly, “Tyson. Get naked and into the bath. Now.”

“Fine!” Tyson shouted. He stomped back down the hall, grumbling about not stinking and Cobweb not even being there and that he didn’t have to know everything. He grudgingly stripped off, dumping his clothes in a pile on the floor of Cobweb and Terzian’s bedroom and stomped into the bathroom. He stared at the tub.


Terzian poked his head around the door. Tyson stood, his arms crossed and tapping his foot while frowning. It took all his Varrish control for Terzian not to burst out laughing. The harling looked ridiculous, trying to look fierce while stand in the bathroom naked. Clearing his throat, he came into the bathroom.

“Yes, Ty?”

“There’s no bubbles,” Tyson pouted.

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We Dwell in Forever

We Dwell in Forever
by Mmara

Story Notes

Pairing: Cobweb/Terzian; Cobweb’s POV

Disclaimer: they’re all Storm’s. I’m just borrowing them for a night…

Summary: Cobweb knew it all along…

Author’s note: Takes place somewhere after Terzian (and for that matter, Swift, Cal, Leef) went for Galaming.

We Dwell in Forever

A soft morning breeze fell upon the grass, carelessly scattering dewdrops from its thin blades. Like little droplets of blood, they touched the ground and immediately were swallowed up by its damp, ever thirsty folds. Ahhh, an offering to Gods…

‘Another morning…’, you softly whispered, standing rigidly by the window and staring ahead at the picture it was framing. A picture of an utter peace and quietness. Of an absolute timelessness.

We dwell in Forever, came rushing back in your head again. It was a blessing. It was a curse. It was everything in between. Throughout all those years, time had little access here. Everyone seemed to go away and come back but time… Time stood still here. Suspended, beyond the reach. Somewhere else… Not here and yet here.

How come everything changed then?

Did it, tho?

Turning around, you slowly made your way towards the drawing desk. For a few minutes, you were just looking at it. Impassively, blankly… Were you even seeing it? No. No… What you were seeing was shrouded in a permanent almost mist. What you were feeling were damp leaves viciously slapping a strained face, branches tangling in, clawing at, wildly disheveled golden mane and pulling and pulling… till a pitiful whimper left parched lips. Moist earth was giving underneath a weight, dragging it into itself. Bit by little bit… into itself. All you heard now were frantic screams and trashing of limbs against a wet greedy ground. And in those screams, all you could sense was a fear… A fear of you.

I never loved you!, sliced through your mind.

But you knew that already, didn’t you? You have always knew the truth and still were clinging to the illusion, delusion, mirage, the beautiful lies… Whatever there was, you desperately clung to it, didn’t you? With all your might, with all your strength, with all your sanity and madness, you did.

How stupid that was. How human… How you. It has already been written and yet we couldn’t read between the lines.


But now you could.

Was it filling you with despair? With an utter anguish? Was it breaching your defenses and sweeping you away? Or was it numbing you, erecting the barriers up high, too high, and preventing anything from breaking them?

Was it?

We dwell in Forever…

And I will forever dwell on loving you.

The End


by niennaainur

Story Notes

Contact: nienna_ainur@hotmail.com

Pairing: A couple of original non-canon characters and a dash of Velaxis, and a quick appearance by Ashmael Aldebaran and Tharmifex.

Rating: There is aruna, consumption of alcohol, and hara smoking at the club, so don’t read it if your roonaphobic, heavily involved in the Temperance Society, or offended by cigarette smoke.

Summary: A fluffy bit of drivel that was “inspired” by camile_sinensis (aka Teapot) (my sincerest apologies) story After the Rains in which Velaxis is uber-efficient at everything — love Velaxis though I do (and I really really do love him – in all sorts of unhealthy ways) I am a practical person. I believe that all those ‘stars’ in Top Administrative Positions who appear to consistently accomplish the seemingly unaccomplishable, consistently accomplish the seemingly unaccomplishable because they have a great working relationships with their amazingly efficient assistants…and those amazingly efficient assistants have private lives…. just guess what rung of the work force I’m on. LOL

Disclaimer: All the pretty Wraeththu, as well as the world they live in, were created by, and belong to, Storm Constantine, who (bless her!) is gracious enough to allow fans like me to take them out and play with them occasionally. No copyright infringement, or disrespect, is intended.

Warning: straightforward — occurs after the last book in the last trilogy, but nothing spoilery.

Beta read by: bigunen, all the rest of the mistakes are mine, all mine!


The two robes were elegant, sumptuously crafted, and very similar in appearance. In fact, apart from some slight detailing around the collar and a subtle pattern variation in the silk brocade, Moss could discern very little difference. He held the two hangers from which the robes hung at arm’s length and continued to maintain the appearance of examining them closely.

“Well?” There was no attempt to hide the irritation and impatience in the voice.

“Well…,” Moss began slowly, “this one is dark grey and this one is a slightly darker grey…”

“Moss, this is important,” Velaxis plucked both hangers out of Moss’ hands peevishly, “I am accompanying Darquiel…”

“And Thiede,” Moss said pointedly.

“…and Tigron Calanthe…” continued Velaxis, ignoring Moss.

“And Thiede,” Moss interjected again obstinately. He flopped onto the bed opposite of Velaxis’ open travel case open.

“…to Nezreka to attempt to coax Teva-edzen into more open participation in Wraeththu affairs.” Velaxis appeared to decide on one robe and returned the other to the closet.

“Are you going to visit your parents?” Moss queried fixing a stern glower across the travel case.

Velaxis continued packing as if he hadn’t heard.

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