To Owe and To Own [Palia] | Archive of Our Own
She was short of patience and loud of mouth, like most humans were. She was always on the move, always apparently late to be somewhere else, always rushing off into the Bahari wilds to do whatever it was her kind got up to out there. Except when she’d come down here, to the Underground, to park herself at the hotpot tables to gamble away almost every single hour of her night. Zeki couldn’t (wouldn’t) ever complain, because—and he might not even deny it if he was ever asked—she was his favorite.
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Zeki is soft on Jova in every measurable manner, but his little pet human maybe wishes he'd be a bit harder on her—at least in one particular way.
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ahhhhhhhh returning to make a cross-post after being away from tumblr for years now is so alarming; i feel so goddamn old. But I worked really hard on this one-shot and feel compelled to put it out there, in case other folks might enjoy.
although calling a 15k word count fic a one-shot might be pushing the term, even for me. Oh well. The more chapters I have to commit myself to, the more likely it becomes that I never actually finish.
