Modulations

“Love?” Drin drops to his knees, straddling Dance’s tail. “What else can I get you? More water?” His hands sweep over Dance’s chest, check his vitals, cup his neck, go back to his chest when he coughs again. It helps. “Water, yes, please, very good.” The sheer unbelievable amount of …

A Gentle Request

Drin hadn’t been sure Pen would come, and Barret had just shrugged. “Anybody’s guess,” he says, as he sits down on the floor, not quite level with Dance, but much closer. Not looming over him. “Barret,” Dance says, staring mostly at the ceiling. “Whatever is in that case, you take …