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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn