Grim Views

"Bad things are happening," Nathandiel said. "It hasn't come to Northrend yet, and it may not, but I just want us to be safe." He explained to Siané as he packed up Kieran's things. She only stared at him, silent, as usual. That's not quite fair, sometimes she talks. Maybe she's ...

*A sliver of a green soul shard the size of an orc's forefinger is found inside a purple satchel. It is accompanied by a note*

"A piece of me for a place with you?"

--Benedect Lah'Aran

“Hey! Look at me! I'm not a dentist either but this our fucking job so we're going to do it! Yes?” Nathaniel looked up at Mharren, his eyes wide as she shouted at him over the cries of their patient. “Open. His. Fucking. Mouth, please!” She tapped her finger towards the patient's mouth with one glov...

---For Faylea--- "Come, come skitter bug. Skitter bug, skitter bug, skitter bug boo." Nathandiel beckoned the tiny eight-legged creature towards him from where he squatted at the end of the table, the lip of the old wood under his nose and his eyes wide. He reached over the table and lower...

Nathaniel pushed down the front of his pants, released himself and put his hand to work. It was forced, but he was determined to make it work again. It worked just fine, the problem was that once he got to the peak, he got stuck on a plateau--if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, which was often, he w...

Grief was a matrix of conflicting desires and feelings. One the one hand he wanted to be alone, forgotten, to curl up under his blankets and just disappear—but he also wanted attention, he wanted reassurance and to be checked on. When bystanders did their duty and inquired about how he was doing, he...

Kieran was sleeping, right next to him in the big empty bed. Baalthemar was away doing . . . well he didn't know or care what Baalthemar was doing. The woman was in the nursery with her baby, and he was in the bedroom with the baby he'd taken, doing his best to feel close to it but also feeling remo...

“. . . or . . . you could get the nurses to do it; that is what they’re for.” Nathandiel leaned back in his chair, letting his head fall back against the rest so he looked at Sidus Tel’Inthar from upside down. The well-built blond, Mharren Sil'Orah's silly little fellow, frowned at him with disappro...

Nathandiel wasn’t sure what it was about Baalthemar that kept inspiring him to urge the young man to take him. Nathandiel wasn’t had , he did the having; yet with Baalthemar he truly enjoyed giving the younger man power over him and watching him explore what he could do with it. There was something ...

The little girl’s stupid name annoyed him. “Jehosamine” Nathandiel muttered as undid the infant's nappy. “You sound like a food supplement.” The little girl only watched him with big eyes, eyes he was surprised could actually see him. She was so new, yet she'd grown well and was healthy. He'd taken ...

Nathandiel woke abruptly, a breath caught in his throat as he sucked in, his eyes clicking open with such efficiency and speed they could have been mechanical. The bedroom was dark, the moonlight from the bank of windows along the second half of the furthest wall- his wall – offered enough muted lum...

She was pretty enough, though the size of her Siané 's breasts had more to do with Nathandiel's opinion of her than her face. Her face was plain. The men that had mounted her had clearly done so more for what she had below her neckline than above it. In addition to her plain face , her skin was too ...

She was soft like the mature petals of a lily flower, her skin darker and rich, it's colour did not lie about the taut, creaminess of her flesh, the fine, soft hairs on her cheek . . . or the stretch of such beautiful tissue as it stressed against the point of his knife--just under her slender, love...

The farm was in worse shape than Nathandiel had expected, but still better than he had feared. Drinn wasn't there, not that he had really believed that she would be, but he had hoped. That maybe, just maybe, you were just hiding out for a while and you were okay and you had a really good reason for ...

"So small . . . you look like a little doll." He whispered as he laid with the infant on his chest, rubbing it's back with delicate fingers that seemed so large next to such a tiny thing. He occasionally lifted his head to take a deep hit of his wonderful, new smell. Even with the tangy br...