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MidnightRose Artist
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Artist & writer of brightdark fantasy that focuses on unconditional platonic love. I like dragon bonds, & gentle yet defiant MCs.

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#WritingCommunity Being up so late it's early has 1 upside.😅
No matter what happens today I didn't forget to post a Saturday #snippetshare
Optional theme “danger”

🚫Please follow the rules in the quoted post

Mine is from #NamedByLove (a found family, platonic love story)
Song couldn't be sure if the spirit was bad or good, or neither. But he wasn't afraid, and that was enough for the moment. He had the feeling that Rider and the spirit had been conversing for some time over the things Rider had been making. “May I speak to the child about the enchantment you offer?” Rider asked. “I am hesitant to do anything, even to keep him safe, if it could also endanger him, without his knowledge and consent.” The spirit's glowing white hair shifted as though in a breeze, though there was no wind in the cave. “I do not know that you will be able to. The child bears the same mark which makes you welcome here, and so will be safe amongst our magic, but he does not have the same connection you do. It is not often that what is spirit and what is physical are able to interact when they are not connected by nature.” “And yet you offer to enchant my work that the magic of this forest will better protect the child from the land of your enemies.” “It is one thing to enchant an object, and another to enchant a plant. It is yet another, and a much rarer happening, for the body and mind of a warm blooded creature, who's heart beats, who lives by breath, who's muscles move, to be altered through enchantment unless there is already a connection to the magic, already a place for the enchantment in the creature who is to be changed. “You were changed long before you and I first met, and likely long before you know you were changed. You may even have been born changed.”
December 20, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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#WIPSnips

. . . but life was a game of chance– every breath another chance of death. And yes every hiding spot another chance to be found.
Viddor bit his lips with a smile. The stakes weren't even high at the moment– the only question was, did low stake heighten the fun or lessen it?
Viddor slid like a shadow of day from hide out to hide out. He had learned how true it was that most people payed little attention to the world around them. Even the more alert where easy to hide from if one played with the right rules. It would always be a game of chance– but life was a game of chance– every breath another chance of death. And yes every hiding spot another chance to be found. Viddor bit his lips with a smile. The stakes weren't even high at the moment– the only question was, did low stake heighten the fun or lessen it? Never mind stakes, there was pain to be stopped.
December 19, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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Now I have to share this too, to prove not everything I write is weird. It's from the same WIP.
Brookah & Varshon's bond does involve sexual attraction, but I don't think this snippet is at all sexual.

No one has to read it. I just want to give people the chance to see I can write normal bonds.
Shonny squeaked in confusion and delight when he saw his dad beyond the white prison bars. Varshon smiled, a smile somehow like both sunshine and rain at once– happy as sparkling water glowing gold as molten sunlight– and yet sad like falling rain in a world ever veiled from the sun's golden light, sad like the falling rain which is the very promise of happiness. He reached an arm through the bars to touch his child. “Aw my little chunky,” he said in a voice choked with tears of joy which ran freely down his face. Brookah felt his smile warm her face as though he were the sun shining the warmth of his happiness on her. “Varshon,” she said in the barest whisper, leaning into the bars, pressing her forehead against the bars as far as it would go. Varshon brought his head close to hers and jammed it as far between the bars as it would go, so that their foreheads touched. Then he turned his face and kissed her. She reached the arm she didn't need for holding Shonny through the bars, to his side. He drew back his face from hers, and she looked him in the eyes. He looked at her for a long moment with his intense brown eyes. “Brookah, I'm really sorry,” he said with a seriousness that made her feel like flinching. She strained against the bars with her arm until she could touch his face. “Varshon, I don't want you to be hurt, I want you to be with me. Shonny loves you.” Tears spilled again from Varshon's eyes, he dropped his gaze to his child. “That's why I'm sorry,” he said, his voice almost gravelly with the tightness deep within it.
December 18, 2025 at 6:51 AM
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I guess I've got to risk it. After all it's rude to offer & not carry through, but it's also rude to share too much.😳

I cut it pretty short. These's 2 are brothers, but Dawn's effectively Dance's parent too, because they lost their parents when Dance was little. Their relationship is not perfect,-
“Dance, Why?” Dawn managed at last. Dance closed his eyes, his cheek bone ached from being pressed to Dawn's, and his forehead hurt from being pushed against Dawn's forehead, but he didn't care, and he doubted Dawn did. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, and with his words a flood of warm tears spilled over his face, touching Dawn's face also. “I'm yours Dawn, I'm just yours. I've been saying what I shouldn't be saying, and doing what I shouldn't be doing. And I'm just yours.” He knew his words made no sense, knew he was saying nonsense, but saying anything was better than letting silence take him farther from Dawn, and hurt Dawn more.
December 18, 2025 at 6:39 AM
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#Writingcommunity I'm planning to enter #NamedByLove into a book draw.

How is this for a 1 sentence hook?

"It is one thing to die, it is another to not even know who you are"

It's not from page 1, but it is from chapter 1. (it's also only part of the sentence in the dialogue it's from)
The word {It is one thing to die, it is another to not even know who you are} on a dark reddish background
December 18, 2025 at 6:17 AM
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#WIPSnips I don't think I've shared this moment before🤔

(& don't anyone DARE get mad because my MC kisses his baby sister😡)

. . .
*“Can you touch her mind, and comfort her?”* It was more a request than a question, though it was both.
Looccup wrapped his heart in flames. *“I'll try.”*
. . .
She struggled in his arms, trying to stretch her arms toward the dragon again. This time her squeal was touched with protest as well as delight, as though she already understood that she couldn't have what she wanted. Looccup's mind touched Lawcket's. He asked in response to something her wordless thoughts suggested,“You can feel her more the way you feel me than with the rest of my family?” A subtle response, too joined with his thoughts to be words, told Lawcket he was partially right. “Can you touch her mind, and comfort her?” It was more a request than a question, though it was both. Looccup wrapped his heart in flames. “I'll try.” Lawcket carried Lelliddy back to the front porch, and sat down with her, as her squeals turned to crying. “Lelliddy, Lelliddy. Please–” He blew a kiss into her soft short hair. “I'm sorry. Can we just watch from here?” He turned her in his arms, so that they could both look out over the garden at the dragon.
December 18, 2025 at 6:06 AM
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I love this question. If I'm allowed to save & share more snippets later I will, though I'll have to restrain myself because I have way too many.

Simple answer: both.
I've gotten into trouble on discord because of kisses on the forehead in platonic relationships.

Here's a single snippet. Sorry-1/2
Rider's eyes were too intense for Song, even in the shadowed light. He couldn't quite tell if there was pain in them, but there was something he couldn't handle. “I need it to be always,” he said into Rider's clothing. “You didn't even promise not to die.” “Perhaps we all need it to be always– but what if love is enough. What if my and Furgo's love being always, and your love also being always, is enough.” “But it's not, if you die, or if something happens to Furgo, or if I end up back in my father's palace.” “Never– May that never happen.” Rider's voice was a vow, protective and fierce, adding a touch of thickness to the softness with which he normally spoke. “Does that mean you promise not to get hurt?” Song tried to enjoy the cool smoothness of Rider's jacket against his cheek, as he half lay against Rider, tucking his legs up close so that his knees were almost on Rider's legs. He didn't really want to think about any of his questions. “It means I promise to love you as long as either us have existence, and I'll do everything I can to keep you away from your father. You will never, never be abandoned.” “Does that mean we will stop to exist?” Song let the question flow from his mouth without even thinking about whether it made sense. “What does it even mean to exist?” Rider said softly. “Our love exists as long as we do. Isn't that all that really matters in our existence?” “Maybe, but I'm scared of not existing.” “Even if I and Furgo are with you as long as you are?” “If you die, you won't be.” “I will be. I'll make sure of that.” “How?” “I don't know yet, but I will.” Rider trailed a finger lightly through Song's hair with a tenderness that matched the gentleness of his nearly whispered voice.
December 17, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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#WIPSnips Interestingly this is the only instance of "clay"

He had drifted into a kind of half sleep, when she startled him with a clear picture, all be it in her strange thoughts, which where more *feel* than picture, like what a clay bowl would look like to a blind person, . . .
He had drifted into a kind of half sleep, when she startled him with a clear picture, all be it in her strange thoughts, which where more feel than picture, like what a clay bowl would look like to a blind person, of the metal box mounted into the wall, where the keys were kept, and the easiest way to get there from where he was. She also informed him that there was more than one, in fact more than two, kinds of keys. “The problem is, I can't get the key to the box,” Lawcket thought to her, wondering if he would even have the strength to stand once he was unchained. “I have to find a way to break into it.” Lawcket knew one way to break strong materials, weight. If one could drop or throw something heavy enough one might be able to break the door to the key box which was meant to be opened by another key. “You have to get me a heavy hammer and be able to tear a hole in some portion of the roof over the passage with the box in it, as well as here,” he told Looccup. “Tearing a hole in the roof is easy. Getting you a heavy hammer doesn't seem like something I can do. I could carry it in my talons, I think, but how am I to find it?”
December 17, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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#NamedByLove (a platonic found family love story about finding freedom & safety in friendship)
Rider never meant for Song to feel abandoned.🥺

Rider caught him, and he flung his arms around the man.
“Why did you leave me?”
“I'm sorry,” Rider said. “I didn't know you would wake. I wouldn't–” . . .
The sound of footsteps on wet leaves alerted Song's keen ears of Rider. Suddenly flooded with emotion he flung himself from beneath Furgo's wing, and nearly fell, slipping on the wet ground. Rider caught him, and he flung his arms around the man. “Why did you leave me?” “I'm sorry,” Rider said. “I didn't know you would wake. I wouldn't–” His voice broke as though he were unable to finish. “I love you.” “But why? Why did you leave me? Why do you love me?” Song didn't even know whether he was crying or not. Everything was wet. It was truly raining by now. Rider dropped to his knees. “Song.” “I wish I could keep you dry,” he said after a moment. “I'll always love you. But there's so much I can't tell you, and more I wouldn't want to tell you because it would hurt you.” “Is that all. You didn't leave because you wanted to be away from me?” “Never,” Rider said with fierce affection. “I love you. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to think–” “Did you hear from Furgo? Is that why you came back to me?” “Furgo didn't tell you I was coming?” Rider hugged Song tightly. “I wish I could keep you dry.” He used one hand to lift the hood of Song's cloak, a feature which Song had never been aware of. “You got this wet already,” he said, pulling it over Song's head. “It will still keep the water off you better than without it.”
December 14, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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#WIPSnips

*Last of all I beg you to never forget your courageous father who waits for your return.*

The last line brought bitter tears to Lawcket's eyes.
They asked the impossible of him, and placed on him the guilt of his own failure, of failing to return to his family who loved him.
*May my blessings be with you, as feeble as they are, Courageous One.* *Last of all I beg you to never forget your courageous father who waits for your return.* The last line brought bitter tears to Lawcket's eyes. They asked the impossible of him, and placed on him the guilt of his own failure, of failing to return to his family who loved him.
December 14, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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I wrote a poem about Rider's journey through Bound By Heart and Named By Love.

Let me tell you a story, of one who with me is falsely accused
Not only in his world, but also in mine

There once was a man, sworn to serve magic
To live for its freedom
And die for its will
Let me tell you a story, of one who with me is falsely accused Not only in his world, but also in mine There once was a man, sworn to serve magic To live for its freedom And die for its will Into the heights he traveled in winter To seek how he might help his bodiless friends Yet in those mountains his quest was tragically changed When a infant from an egg was handed to his care The baby was bonded to a child in a palace where slavery reigned To help his new friend this man must give up all he once loved Breaking his vows, forsaking his service to the friends of his soul He sacrifices all for a child he's not seen The love in the heart of dragon steals his heart also He risks death by fire, or a fate even worse Lives as a servant, in the palace of cruelty Just for the chance to help his young friend Just for the chance to show love to a child Who's been denied the freedom all creation deserves By some miracle the three find freedom in the shelter of the wilderness Where hunger and cold are common acquaintance The man must take on himself every hardship he can To care for a child who's not used to this life His cloak given to another, he resents not the cold leeching the warmth from his body Nor the days he goes hungry so another can eat Out alone, the cold rain pours on him But his service is the least he can give Scarred by his past, still longing to serve the friends he betrayed He must be not only protector and care-taker, but comforter also He must be a parent to a child who had none He must hide his own pain, and the scars of his past To be the comforter every child needs Yet like all of us, he fails, fails to hide his scars Fails to give his whole heart By the pain he no longer heeds, his loved ones are hurt Fearing to see him suffer, fearing to see him die And bitterly he hates himself, still failing to give the thing needed the most Yet even this he must hide, and give his happiness every moment he can
December 13, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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#WIPSnips

“Oh Lawcket, you need to stop doing this to yourself.” Controlled again more by tender impulse than by the stern protectiveness of a father, Aisferk reached his hand to gently pull his child's hair away from his face and mouth. Someone had to play the mother's part, . . .
For a while Lawcket just breathed. “I can't get over it– I can't over how Mom and Fjored think about me,” he at last said weakly. “Maybe start with changing how you think about yourself. “Either way, it's getting late and you need to eat.” “I feel too sick to eat. I think water is all I can manage.” “Oh Lawcket, you need to stop doing this to yourself.” Controlled again more by tender impulse than by the stern protectiveness of a father, Aisferk reached his hand to gently pull his child's hair away from his face and mouth. Someone had to play the mother's part, and they'd come far to close to losing Lawcket for Mesellah to nurture him like a little child when she had other smaller children to protect. That put this role in Aisferk's hands. “You feel like you're running a fever,” he murmured, feeling the heat coming off Lawcket's face. “I think I just need to calm down.” “You probably do. Try not to get upset like this again.”
December 13, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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Saturday #snippetshare

Optional theme “song/music”

🚫Please use the blur function, &/or a warning if your snippet isn’t tame/child safe (occasional swear words are okay)

I thought counting the MC’s name would be cheating,😂 so I searched “sing” in #NamedByLove (my found-family platonic love story)
Song woke in the middle of the night, aware that Rider had left. He got up and left the cover of Furgo's wing. He hugged himself staring into the dark cold night. It was not as cold as it had been. A heavy fog hung in the darkness, and he could feel and hear a light rain beginning to fall. It seemed to sing a song he longed to hear more truly, as it fell so softly, almost silently. It reminded Song of something he couldn't name. Why did everything always remind him of something he could never remember? Song couldn't decide whether the rain was telling a sad story or whispering happy promises. “Rider,” he spoke softly into the night. Only darkness answered, as if to taunt him. All the sudden everything that had been lovely was his enemy. He felt frightened and lonely. The whole world seemed to be darkness, darkness that hated him, darkness that would never let him find safety and happiness. He dared not speak Rider's name again. He could not bear to be answered again by that taunting darkness.
December 13, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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It's complicated. This is a reflection on the mystical experience that he'll never completely forget. Rider isn't quite normal Rider here. Promises get complicated when they're made when your senses are altered.
He pressed himself against the wall as though trying to cling to it, pressing his cheek against the frozen cold rock. His heart ached with the feel of being abandoned by the one whom he loved more than anything else. I will not let myself believe I am abandoned. You're still here even if you've left me. It didn't soften the ache or the sting– It didn't make the suffering of his loneliness, of his feeling of being abandoned, less, but as his own choice had done for him many times before, it gave his loss and sorrow a sting of sweetness in the suffering. He found he was weeping, his body quaking against the rock, his heart trembling in his chest. He had never been held, and oh how much he wanted to be held, held by human arms which always would love him, held by the one who was more than human. Yet only the cold rock held him. In its hard frozen embrace it comforted his lost soul. Minutes later, cold, and trembling as much from frozenness as from loss, he slid to the floor and pulled his cloak around him. “Go where you will and do what you please, until death calls you to me again.” There was unfathomable purpose in those words which seemed to be written into his soul, a strange comfort which he knew somewhere in the deepest of his heart would never forsake him, as if everything he chose somehow now had so great purpose that death could not outweigh choice.
December 13, 2025 at 3:41 AM
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What if cruel blood magic didn't work how it's supposed to?

This is what came out.
The following, written over starry night background: - 42k words - self-reliant turned to a broken villain - Long time periods and major plot points skipped over - A sad beginning, a tragic corruption, leads to healing in the end - An unforgivable evil forgiven by a hero like no other - Redemption through a twist on blood-magic
December 12, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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#WIPSnips

Lawcket lay on a large moss covered rock. Fjored sat beside him, tearing up handfuls of moss and smashing them into large balls. When the balls were fully made he thew them away, or dropped them, and then demanded that Lawcket get them back for him, . . .
Lawcket lay on a large moss covered rock. Fjored sat beside him, tearing up handfuls of moss and smashing them into large balls. When the balls were fully made he thew them away, or dropped them, and then demanded that Lawcket get them back for him, but when Lawcket got them he complained that they were no good, and set about making another, even though Lawcket told him not to. “What's wrong with this one?” Lawcket asked. “You've pulled up more than enough already. You're going to destroy the nice moss.”
December 12, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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Stolen for twitter/x, but I thought it might be fun here too #WritingCommunity not sure what else to hashtag🤔

Writers, share the final sentence of your first 3 chapter!

Bound By Heart seems to have the weightiest final sentences of my published stories.
Somehow the comfort of the white flame, who was his companion to his death, made the sting of loneliness sweet. Then someday we will stand victorious through all that you do to us, and through our very perseverance we will conquer your corruption. There was unfathomable purpose in those words which seemed to be written into his soul, a strange comfort which he knew somewhere in the deepest of his heart would never forsake him, as if everything he chose somehow now had so great purpose that death could not outweigh choice.
December 12, 2025 at 5:59 PM
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#WIPSnips Mine is very sad.😭

". . . Do you think there's a fate worse for any mother than for her child to suffer the worst fate that exists?”
“That's not how Lawcket sees it,” Aisferk responded in a low voice, knowing full well that his own wife might simply lash out at him in her pain.
“Lawcket–” Her voice was rich with anguished tears, yet still it broke. “Lawcket with them– My own child abused by those monsters.” Her weeping took her words away. “I promised him I'd tell you he loves you. Mes, our child is still an angel.” Mesellah looked at him, revealing a face nearly covered in shining tears. “How can you say such a thing? I wish I'd never had that child. Do you think there's a fate worse for any mother than for her child to suffer the worst fate that exists?” “That's not how Lawcket sees it,” Aisferk responded in a low voice, knowing full well that his own wife might simply lash out at him in her pain. “How can you even speak his name so calmly, so flatly? It doesn't matter how he sees it. Fjored is a better child than he is.” The way she spoke Fjored's name made it clear that she thought her second child was anything but perfect.
December 11, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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#WIPSnips going with "plan"
There was a much happier instance, but this one seemed to fit better with "design"

They seemed to fear that sending him to the king in accordance with the original plan might get them punished, yet also to fear that admitting to their failing might bring even worse . . .
When no more compliance was gotten out of Lawcket, no matter how they hurt him, they took to discussing what they should do, for fear they might be punished for failing to teach respect to a prisoner sent to see the king. Lawcket was too dazed to care to pay attention to their conversing, not to mention he wasn't sure he could understand all of it. They seemed to fear that sending him to the king in accordance with the original plan might get them punished, yet also to fear that admitting to their failing might bring even worse upon them.
December 10, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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#NamedByLove (a platonic/found family love story)

Anyone who likes can judge how many "love you"s I fit into 1 paragraph.🥺

“I– I love you, Song. I loved you when– when I saw you– and knew you loved me. But it doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I don't love you because you loved me. . .”
“I– I love you, Song. I loved you when– when I saw you– and knew you loved me. But it doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I don't love you because you loved me. I love you, forever, always. I love you, Song.” Rider waited, his body tense and trembling. Song reached up to touch his face. “Rider. Rider, please– I–” Song didn't know what to say– he didn't know how to say. “I– I love you. I don't think I care why you love me. I didn't mean to do this to you.”
December 9, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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I don't know if I've ever shared this review here before, but I'm gonna use it to try to make people check out my deeply emotional found family story.

It features a super sweet feather-dragon🥰🐲 & surviving in the wilderness.🌲

You can get the ebook free, & I give away PDFs directly.
I received an ARC for this book and am leaving a review voluntarily. I love when a book chooses to focus on the emotions and characters and where the plot is simply the vehicle through which we see it play out. It’s not used often so I truly appreciate when I see it. This story is a collection of moments, with the plot linking them together, like a friendship bracelet. Each moment is to serve one purpose—explore the familial love Rider and Song have for one another. Rider remains a mysterious character throughout but that’s okay! We don’t need to know all his past to know that he absolutely loves Song with all his heart. Song is the son he never expected but now has. And Rider isn’t perfect. He’s been through things himself so he doesn’t always make the right decision. But what I LOVE so much is…he apologizes. He is always reinforcing how much he loves this little boy as if he were his own and God, we need more of that! This is an affectionate, loving, father who has his own demons he will not let near his son. Then we have Song—a child who acts like a child! A child who has been through his own share of trauma and flat out doesn’t understand his own emotions at times. Being loved unconditionally by a father figure is a completely new experience for him and his reactions reflect that. Sometimes he pushes away, sometimes he blames himself and it was really nice to see a realistic portrayal of trauma recovery. It means the reader gets frustrated at Song at times but no more than he gets frustrated at himself. I really love how we get to see into his thoughts and how he WANTS the love but isn’t always sure how to accept it. The two of them together is an exercise in patience and self discovery. Rider and Song both learn quite a bit about themselves and what being loved really means and what it looks like for them. My found family loving heart absolutely ate this up. In the end, they are a father and son—messy, unsure but so utterly happy to be in one another’s . .
December 8, 2025 at 5:15 AM
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- reward him, than what are any believes worth?
Sometimes he believes in a good, a force of love, greater than himself.
Other times he's alone in the brutal universe.

Here's what he tells Song.
“I need it to be always,” he said into Rider's clothing. “You didn't even promise not to die.” “Perhaps we all need it to be always– but what if love is enough. What if my and Furgo's love being always, and your love also being always, is enough.” “But it's not, if you die, or if something happens to Furgo, or if I end up back in my father's palace.” “Never– May that never happen.” Rider's voice was a vow, protective and fierce, adding a touch of thickness to the softness with which he normally spoke. “Does that mean you promise not to get hurt?” Song tried to enjoy the cool smoothness of Rider's jacket against his cheek, as he half lay against Rider, tucking his legs up close so that his knees were almost on Rider's legs. He didn't really want to think about any of his questions. “It means I promise to love you as long as either us have existence, and I'll do everything I can to keep you away from your father. You will never, never be abandoned.” “Does that mean we will stop to exist?” Song let the question flow from his mouth without even thinking about whether it made sense. “What does it even mean to exist?” Rider said softly. “Our love exists as long as we do. Isn't that all that really matters in our existence?” “Maybe, but I'm scared of not existing.” “Even if I and Furgo are with you as long as you are?” “If you die, you won't be.” “I will be. I'll make sure of that.” “How?” “I don't know yet, but I will.” Rider trailed a finger lightly through Song's hair with a tenderness that matched the gentleness of his nearly whispered voice.
December 8, 2025 at 2:16 AM
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- which he'll never forget, in which he meets a god who is king because he loves his people. There is no proof in the story as to whether or not the King of Love exists, & nothing to imply he has worldly power.
In spite of that experience, Rider struggles to believe in creation.
Tears pricked like bitter shards of ice in Rider's eyes, as he looked into the cold clouds above. Can I accept your power when it might take even my choice from me? Was it possible that a creature with a will of its own could be created by someone else? Was it possible for a creature to defy its very maker? If it is not, then behold I dare to be the impossible, and dare also to believe that any can be the impossible, if they dare to choose. And if you would have me as your creation, behold me as myself. I will be unmade by you before I let my will be lost.
December 8, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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- when he feels hurt, & in desperate moments when he expects to die.

The closest he comes to speaking his belief in any kind of god is when he refuses to pay lip service to the king.

He parents know he believes something he doesn't know how to say, & they might suspect something close to the truth
“What religious nonsense do you dare speak to me?” the king demanded, leaning forward on his throne. “I am not created by anyone but myself, and nor are you, except from my land.” Lawcket drew back farther, and looked up. “The land is no more yours than I am yours.” The guard struck him again, on the forehead. The tickle of blood running down his face told that the sword's edge had cut, though he'd been stricken mainly by its flat. It took a moment for the pain to clear enough for Lawcket to speak, but when it did he continued unflinchingly. “The one who made me, loves both you and I more than you love me, or yourself,” he said, the knowledge that the same sword which had stricken him twice already could end his life in less than seconds only adding to his bravery.
December 8, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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#WIPSnips

The empty, dark, sorrow filled loneliness between now and both the past and the future– the past coming back– felt so measureless, so endless, so lightless. It made him feel so sad. It made tears of despair well in his heart.
His mind touched the Darkness, the Darkness of despair . . .
But how long til it will come back? Lawcket thought, folding over and nearly throwing up the mouthful he had just tried to swallow. The empty, dark, sorrow filled loneliness between now and both the past and the future– the past coming back– felt so measureless, so endless, so lightless. It made him feel so sad. It made tears of despair well in his heart. His mind touched the Darkness, the Darkness of despair and sorrow. Familiar Darkness enclosed him, beckoning his tears into that abyss of loss, of emptiness, of darkness that was itself a lonely infinite blackness, not just the lack of light.
December 7, 2025 at 4:30 PM