art ideas ok yennskier uhhhh ummmmm devotion /worship no gods but me/human and divine//may we kneel in equal devoutness to each other/ something something (~loth) mwah
Wille and Simon hate each other, or at least they did at first. They’ve been keeping their relationship a secret for almost a year, hiding it from their friends by pretending the feud between them is stronger than ever. If Wille wants to keep her and Simon’s relationship off front-page news, it’s the price they must pay. But it never stops them from sneaking away for a moment of privacy… among other things.
Tamsyn Muir’s reading of Alecto the Ninth (you read that right: Alecto, not Nona!) from TorCon.
I… I don’t know what I expected.
Transcript:
Alecto the Ninth, ACT ONE
HARROW IN HELL
CHAPTER 1
At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark wound. She had been walking when it had all gone black– any path ahead or behind was blotted out; now she was here.
A sword was laid upon her from shoulder to hip. Her feet were bare. Upon her chest, straddling the sword, there was an open magazine. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a pair of tits.
(from the author: And I bet you can’t wait to find out what happens next.)
