“Like this, Kagome-chan?” Kagome glanced down from the set of sparklers she’d been about to light. Beside her Rin stood, trailing her own lit sparkler in a hesitant line before her. Warmly, the miko smiled. “Yep, just like that, Rin-chan. If you make different motions, you can also see different shapes. Try drawing a circle.”
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The Original Outline of Control XD
WARNING: Spoilers ahead!! (Kind of? XD)
The End of Control
…Or is it? 😉 The Control-verse leaves plenty of room for exploration, I think. 🙂 As new stories come to mind, I’ll add them to the one-shot collection The Rebel Anthology, which chronicles events post-epilogue. No set size or schedule for this collection; any updates will be sporadic, and not necessarily in order. It’s just
Control Epilogue: Seeds of Rebellion
Standing alone on the icy precipice, Sesshoumaru surveyed his mist-shrouded domain. Sunlight glinted from the snow-capped peaks of distant ranges, vanished into the yawning blackness of abyssal gulfs. Fortresses of lesser lords glowed like jeweled sculptures from their plinths of crystal and cloud, of fire, frost and bone. Vast plains swept out in swathes of
SessKag Series: At the End of the World, Part 3 (Explicit)
– 3 – Sea “Kami…Jesus Christ…” Kagome groaned. She prayed to every deity she could think of as she flopped over onto her side. The antique bed creaked in time with her stiff joints. She could feel the waistband of her jeans cutting into her, the straps and band of her bra also. She wished
SessKag Series: Control, Part 225
The world seemed to skew on its axis. In Kagome’s mind, there was a perilous dark crack. Her subjugation spell hadn’t held him— Had it ever? Around her own wrists the rosaries caught flame, burning through her sleeves. “Courtship?” she seethed, ripping the singed beads from her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” But Sesshoumaru
SessKag Series: At the End of the World, Part 2
– 2 – Cathedral A ramble through the old village cemetery seemed a fitting venture the next day, as Kagome departed zombie-like from the cottage. Shambling over to where her bike leaned against the hedgerow, she dragged herself up into the seat. Riding through the crisp morning air did something to revive her. Still raw-eyed