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A soft grunt. A shift under the sheets. Astilbe rolls over onto her front and her face burrows into warm, mocha flesh. The tiny pink faery is groggy and content, even as sunlight filters through the trees of the Summer Woods in an attempt to disturb her. “Lenore,” she whines “Make the sun stop.” A large hand marked with callouses but hosting pretty nails lifts and cups over top of the little faery’s upper half. “Come up closer, Stilbe.” A smokey, equally groggy voice responds, the owner of the soft, bare stomach Astilbe has chosen to snooze on. Astilbe groans, and turns over again, grabbing at one

It had been the third time this week things had gone awry. More divorce issues between her parents created more unwanted stress. Sarah couldn't stand it and, for the first time in months, revisited the park she'd frequented every single day since before her run of the Labyrinth. Though she'd written it off as nothing more than one hell of a dream, she could not deny a lingering desire for that experience to be real. Sarah sat alone bundled up in her raincoat beneath the protective limbs of a large oak. It was pouring rain. Something about the rain always brought her thoughts of that night when she'd met him, that man clothed in dark armour a

Esther had never thought that making tea would be such an unnecessarily laborious task. It was suppose to have been a simple thing, just go to the kitchen and brew some tea. But fate had a funny way of making such a mundane thing the complete opposite. When Father Nightroad had groaned, slumped over his desk and beckoned for the nun, she had initially been a bit hesitant, telling him she was busy attending to her own work. Then he had given her that one look with his lips pouted and his ice blue eyes wide and watery. Esther was literally incapable of refusing the goofy priest when he did that. After heading into the kitchens, she'd noted a