Dove

"Y'know, I don't know why you brought us here." Damon feels a sigh rise from his chest as Ignition shuffles and sways next to him, moving towards the Church of Sulfur. They were far from the only ones heading there, Many had been touched by the church, Many had been touched by father Oleander, In the various ways the word touched could be used, anyway. Damon is an older bun, this much is clear, and the stresses of some of his life have made him appear as such. It was a persona...

“And… here!”   Dove stabs the shovel into the ground, glancing at the bored bun trailing behind, lugging a basket full of seed packets around with him.   “Why do I have to do this? Why not ask one of the other cherubuns or something?” Charlie groans, dropping the b...

Dark clouds hung over the cavernous ceiling, drawing a gloomy overcast for the day of Oleander’s funeral. Solemnity permeated the air, clinging to any bun that made their way to the Church of Sulfur to attend the service. Given the weather, many were advised to bring hats or umbrellas in the event of rain, only furthering the melancholy of everyone around. Buns trickled into the church, filling up rows and rows of pews until there was an overflow and the Churc...

Billie had just spent an hour hanging out at Jackal’s apartment, sprawling on the battered sofa while they blasted punk music and talked trash about the idiots they’d seen around Burrowgatory that day. For once, Billie had felt like her usual edgy mood was at home—no fluff, no frills, just raw honesty with someone who got her. But when she went to raid Jackal’s kitchen, a sweet, almost too-sweet scent hit her ...

Morgaine was exhausted. That wasn’t unusual for this time of year; pretty much everyone expected to wake up the morning after All Sinners’ Day hungover, sore, tired, and possibly in an unfamiliar location without some of the clothes they had been wearing the night before. He’d probably spent more time drinking with customers tha...

Oleander’s funeral was as somber as one could expect. Misha found himself standing at the edge of the crowd, staring awkwardly as the masses moved towards the church—a flow he wasn’t sure he could naturally join. He wasn’t really the religious type of succubun, and his presence probably didn’t make much of a difference. Still, even to someone as indifferent as him, Oleander’s sudden death had come as a shock.It would have felt wrong not to come. Misha t...

The last days felt like weeks…even months to Chester. He lost the sense of time completely since Oleander…was found in the Church of Sulfur. Luckily everyone around Chester was understanding of his situation and he even got time off from his job at Wonderland Casino. Miss Angora told him to take as much time as he needed, she was very kind. Of course Chester and Oleander both were poly and Oleander had many lovers but… Chester only had him at the moment. Oleander always could squeeze in...