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Everything That Remains

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Sofia

The wedding was in autumn.

Lilly had chosen it.

Not immediately, she had sat with the question for a week, which was the Lilly way, and then had said, simply and directly: autumn. The specific quality of the season the honest quality, the one that didn't pretend to be warmer than it was, that showed things as they were without the softening of spring or the abundance of summer.

Rocco had said yes immediately.

Of course he had.

Mila had opened the notebook.

The wedding was in the wild-edge
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  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    Everything That Remains

    SofiaThe wedding was in autumn.Lilly had chosen it.Not immediately, she had sat with the question for a week, which was the Lilly way, and then had said, simply and directly: autumn. The specific quality of the season the honest quality, the one that didn't pretend to be warmer than it was, that showed things as they were without the softening of spring or the abundance of summer.Rocco had said yes immediately.Of course he had.Mila had opened the notebook.The wedding was in the wild-edged garden.Not the great hall they had both said it at the same time, Rocco and Lilly, before Mila had said anything. The garden. The honest one. The one where he had asked her and she had said yes and where the morning had held them.Mila had accepted this with the satisfaction of someone whose vision had been confirmed.She had a new section in the notebook.Rocco and Lilly what this wedding needs to feel like.She had written at the top: quiet. Real. Theirs.She had added, below: The garden ha

  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    What Rocco Asked

    What Rocco AskedLillyShe was in the wild-edged garden.She was always in the wild-edged garden in the mornings now had been since she first found it, in the early weeks after arriving at the estate, when the estate had been new and she had been learning its specific geography and had found the honest part of it and recognised it immediately.She sat on the low stone bench.She had been sitting here for an hour.Not thinking about anything specific or not trying to think about anything specific. The seer's sight did not always work the way it was convenient for it to work, which was to say it did not always arrive when you called for it and did not always leave when you wanted it to. Sometimes it was simply present the specific background hum of knowing things before they happened, and on those mornings the garden was the right place to be.She had been feeling it since before dawn.Something coming.Not threatening the opposite. The specific quality of something that had been build

  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    What Rocco Is Afraid Of

    DracoHe found him in the training yard at five in the morning. It was not unusual Rocco in the training yard at five in the morning was a consistent fact of the estate's life, had been since he arrived, was as reliable as the fountain and Mila's notebook. What was unusual was the quality of it. Normally Rocco trained with the focused, contained purpose of someone who had a relationship with physical exertion that went beyond exercise quality of someone who had learned, over decades, that the body was the most honest place to put difficult things.This morning he was not training.He was sitting on the bench at the edge of the yard.Not doing anything.Just sitting.Draco had been up early the specific pre-dawn wakefulness that he had not lost, mortal or otherwise, the quality of someone whose mind started before the day gave it permission. He had come through the corridor and seen the training yard light and had looked through the window and found Rocco sitting on the bench not trai

  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    What Remains

    SofiaMaren's first birthday arrived on a Tuesday. The Tuesday quality of it, unremarkable day of the week felt right somehow. She had arrived in spring on a quiet morning and she was completing her first year on the same kind of morning, the spring come back around, the specific quality of the season that had been there at the beginning returning to mark the end of the first year.I was in the wild-edged garden before anyone else was awake.The habit, the morning one, the reaching one but different today. Today I sat on the low stone bench and I did not reach for the bond because the bond was right there, full and warm and unnecessary to reach for. Today I simply sat.I thought about a year.About what a year was.Twelve months ago Maren had not existed yet had been there, was always going to have been there, but was not yet known. The estate had been the estate and the territory had been the territory and Draco and I had been us, the specific us of two people who had arrived somewhe

  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    Just Them

    SofiaElara took Maren for the night. She announced this at dinner on a Friday not as a suggestion, not as an offer, but in the specific flat declarative way she had, which was a family trait I had been living with for long enough to recognise immediately."Maren is staying with me tonight," she said.I looked at her."You need a night," she said. "Both of you." She held my gaze with the specific maternal authority of someone who had made a decision and was reporting it. "Mira and I will have her. She'll be perfectly looked after." She held my gaze. "You need to be somewhere that is not a parent for twelve hours.""Elara —""When did you last sleep through the night?" she said.I held her gaze."That's what I thought," she said."She's been sleeping better," I said. "The past two weeks she's been —""Sofia," Elara said. "I am taking my granddaughter for the night, and you are going to spend the evening with your husband and you are going to sleep and in the morning she will be returne

  • Alpha Draco And His Omega Luna    First Word

    DracoIt happened on a Wednesday. Not in a gathering or a meeting or any of the specific occasions that had accumulated since Maren's arrival, each one documented with the focused precision of Mila's archival commitment. Just a Wednesday. Ordinary in the way that all the most significant moments were ordinary arriving in the middle of an unremarkable morning without announcement or ceremony.Maren was five months old. She had been doing things for a while now.Not the first word things not yet, or so Sofia maintained, despite the entry seventy-six situation which remained officially pending though Draco considered the matter settled. But things. The rolling. The reaching with the specific intentional quality of someone practicing a skill rather than discovering a reflex. The sounds which had multiplied and diversified in the past month, a growing vocabulary of expression that was not yet language and was already clearly headed somewhere.The power flickered occasionally.Not dramati

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