Tag Archives: Anise Jayne

We’ll need to stop in a few days, for supplies, and I’m going to have to figure out what to do about getting her something for her eyes. About telling her about it in the first place. I plan a route that will take us to a quiet outpost. Seemed to take forever, to move [...]

His voice is a low hiss. Shock. Anger. Disgust. This guy’s probably seen the results of more illegal dealings than anyone here. A whispered word of horror. About Anise.

A little over four hours is all I’ve got. We’re both exhausted. Looking up at her, straddling my lap again, my hands on her hips. Her hands are on my chest, her chin nestled into them. Neither of us has moved in what feels like forever. Her head tilts a little to the side, her [...]

It’s strange to sit here, completely naked, with him. Maybe that’s not so strange. Maybe feeling so comfortable about it is strange, given the very short amount of time we’ve actually been together. I’m not accustomed to gentleness, and would never have expected gentleness from him. Yet he’s gone out of his way to not [...]

I had thought I would be upset at the idea. Twenty four hours. Kept waiting for myself to cry. There are times, in the past, when I would have given anything to simply die. When I thought that I would have to die, that there could be no way I could live in that much [...]