Considering the differences between Julien and Azune, the party's Working Dogs.
Julien is a herding dog. He's bred for it and trained for it. Think Border Collie or Belgian Malinois. Not smart in a "can figure out a puzzle" way but not just highly trainable but REQUIRES training. An untrained or underutilized herding dog is a grumpy trouble-causing miserable thing.
They also NEED a Human. They get anxious without their human around to provide clear directions and goals. All they want is to get directions, fulfil directions, make human happy.
Those instincts can't be put down, they will try to guide small children or other animals, pace circles, become territory aggressive or aggressive with people/animal's interacting with their person.
But with directions, with a goal, with a person, with plenty of exercise both phycisal and mental, with something to guide and direct.... Happy content dog.
Azune is a Livestock Guardian Dog. Great Pyre or such.
He's not necessarily looking to herd or do tricks. He knows his purpose already and how to do it.
LSG dogs need territory and things to protect, and they do it very well. They don't tend to get as attached to an individual person, although they will happily accept people in their pact. Extremely gentle with smaller creatures, fantastic with children.
They're pretty low maintenance, self-motivated, just let them do their thing, patrol their territory, check on with everything. They're pretty fluffy and adorable looking.
They're also exceptionally deadly if a predator comes too close, and their thick fur makes it hard for many other animals to land a solid bite on them. And they have exceptional memories, if for whatever reason they fail to dispatch a threat, they will remember scents and sights and sounds and be all that much more alert if it returns.
They also are great for herd dynamics, they can be placed with anxious animals to help them be more calm and reduce injuries and maladaptive behaviors.
Interestingly that includes helping their more anxious cousins the herding dogs. They need different things but they both need to be USEFUL. And the differences mean under the right circumstances they can work well together.
With Hal's harem (so far Hal and his sad boys) you put down how it goes berween Hal & Azune, between Hal & Julien, but what exactly do you think on dynamic between Hal & Occtis, I'm curious 👀
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I haven't quite figured it exactly out yet, I often don't until it's written out. I know Occtis was Thaisha's before he was Hal's, and that he misses her a great deal, but can't travel with her right now. He's still human and alive, so more shy and uncertain. Hal is extremely gentle with him, he's gotten the full story on how Occtis' family treated him and wants him to be safe in his house.
Occtis tends to hang back, he's particularly leery of the far more boisterous Julien, and a little intimidated by Azune's physical prowess and beauty. He worries Hal just tolerates him because of Thaisha, which is very much not the case.
He's not as much one for kneeling like Azune is, or being taken down like Julien, he just wants strong arms around him and to be taken care of for a bit. He likes how it feels to be in Hal's lap, curled up against his chest, head tucked under the older orcs chin, his mind being still while he's held safe and close.
to add to everybody helping Azune after yknow getting his thoughts forced out of his head, that includes aftercare. Azune is still in the aftermath of head empty no thoughts, and while Hal is praising him for doing so well and unstrapping him, his head is in Julien's lap and his hair is being lovingly stroked and keeping him somewhat tethered, both Occtis and Wick are getting water and snacks and are in the process of getting a bath ready to help clean him up (he's a bit of a mess) and to make sure he's physically well
-taper anon
I can't tell you how long it would take Azune to even open his eyes. He doesn't come down easily from something like that, he doesn't like being unstrapped and left moorless, although Julien holding him would help with that. There's a lot of whining and crying and trying to hide (hal is a little particular about not allowing the hiding). Hal's voice helps, Hal's hand on his throat helps, he knows he'll get through this, and it's part of the entire thing for him being vulnerable enough to be helped the other end.
Eventually he would want Wick and Occtis in his lap in turns, to be allowed to hold them close and make sure they are still safe even though he wasn't there for a little bit, maybe fuss over them a bit. There are other things he wants from Julien but he won't ask in front of the others, and he's not willing to leave Hal's presence for quite a while.
I think this is where that big bed comes in handy, no one wants to let him out of their sight tonight. I do think it helps them feel balanced though, like they fit together just a bit better in the aftermath.
okay first off gjhb your posts with azune and the einfasens are So Juicy and good i adore them 11/10 so fucked yet so intriguing
secondly im nicely requesting a yes, and (please dont feel the need to hold back on length for it either) for halandil figuring out somethings Up in the Azune-Einfasen harem verse and sitting azune down for a semi-awkward but very stern "okay this is what consent is, this is what qualifies as coercion, this is-" talk in the hopes of doing Something to help (bc azune keeps his mouth shut abt this for sure)
meanwhile azune is very much aware that whats happening is fucked up and is just trying to play it cool under hal's scrutinizing eye
So that's what it feels like when someone rolls a nat 20 to do emotional damage against you personally. Huh. Welcome to the blog, EagleOne.
So that's a fuck yes to all of that and what if we added a sprinkling of Hal's harem to the mix?
[not gonna insult anyone here, if you got this far you what you're about and what's coming, Azune is his own warning]
"... and what is this?" Hal couldn't help but grin for a moment, arms wrapped around his boy as he finished washing the dishes, just enjoying a moment of having him close, a moment of peace and just them after the last few weeks. He was nuzzling at the back of his neck, right below Azune's braid, when he had found a small mark that was, in his professional opinion, a love bite. One that he had not left himself.
"Mmm?" Azure carefully finished drying the last pot before reaching back with one hand to where Hal's lips were leaving him a little weak in the knees. Before he could even touch the skin there, however, the memory came flooding back so hard he could feel it in his ears like the sound of waves crashing into the sand.
Einfasen at his back, pushing him over the desk in his office without warning. His own body moving fluidly, following those hands, unresisting and pliant, allowing the larger man to pull at his clothes, to expose him, to push inside him, to thrust and grunt and lean over him and put his teeth right…
Face going pale, he finished the gesture, touching the bruise there, how could he have forgotten. He had stood in front of a mirror and altered his skin to hide every other mark, made the skin pale and unblemished.
Hal frowned softly, his arm tightening around Azune's waist. "It wasn't a complaint, dearest, you needn't heal on my account…" Gently he tried to turn his boy around in his arms. "You just haven't mentioned anyone, is all. You know you are free to make your own pursuits…"
Azune felt his body stiffen, uncooperative in those beloved hands. His body was still while his mind was racing, how could he have been so stupid, so careless. And now Hal knew and he could feel the edges unraveling as he desperately searched for how to make this right, to protect that and those which he held most dear.
He wasn't going to compare the memories of yielding to another man's hands and body while resisting this one.
He wasn't going to think about the kind smile he could hear in Hal's voice, how it changed and warped in his mind to whisper that Hal would be glad if he took another lover, would be glad if Azune came around less, perhaps would be glad to offload him, to make him someone else's problem, to give him away, to leave him on a street corner and….
He had to focus on the right now. "It's nothing, Hal….." That wasn't right, he had been stupid and Hal would know what he had seen, he had to spin this another way. "... not yet." The words burned in his throat.
".... you know you can tell me, right?" Hal spoke calmly and softly, his hands just resting around him, trying not to feel too proud. He knew that his boy had had dalliances in the past. He had never pressed him for details, and to his knowledge it had not happened since they had gotten together, despite Hal's reassurances. He also had seen Azune's level of obliviousness when people showed interest in him, so if the younger man had noticed at all, let alone reciprocated, he would count it as win.
"I know, Hal." Perhaps if he kept his voice to a whisper, he could keep the heartbreak out of it, could keep what he had here, with Hal, just a little bit longer. "There really isn't anything…."
Hal did his best to keep his own voice light. "You can tell me on your own time, sweet boy. I trust you." He couldn't quite help but wonder, though… Azune had been working so much recently, and when he wasn't working he was usually here, when would he have had time to… a frown crossed his face. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it but… could you listen for a moment?"
Azune nodded slowly, he could do that. He could do anything for Hal.
Carefully Hal eased one hand under his boy's shirt, resting his palm low on his stomach, trying to share some of his own ease with him, to let him hear his words. "We've talked about how… your body is your own, yes? How you do not need to let anyone else touch it in a way you do not wish?"
It wasn't the first time he'd brought this up with his boy, and it probably would not be the last. With his own children it had been an important topic though their childhood but particularly emphasized during adolescence as they began to explore relationships with their peers. With Azune it was something they returned to now and then as adults, and particularly since taking him to his bed.
"I know, Hal…." There was just the smallest bit of sharpness there, and he regretted it instantly. Hal didn't deserve his ire. He didn't deserve Hal, or his kindness, or his understanding or a place in his house, in his home, in his bed, in his life…
"Oh sweet boy come here… " Hal's arms were more insistent now, and he was grateful to feel Azune move for him now. "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?"
Azune started to shake his head, he didn't deserve comfort, but he stopped himself, because Hal did, and allowed himself to be led, up the stairs, down the hall, on the well-known path to Hal's bedroom.
Azune wondered if it would be for the last time. If Hal found out what he had done, what he's doing, he would not be allowed to stay. Azune would not allow himself to stay. He could hear Thjazi's voice clear and firm in his head, that Hal was to be protected from certain things. This surely was one of those things.
And yet the idea of lying to him, of looking into those eyes and spinning a pleasant lie the way he did so easily to others, was that not just as sure of a path to losing him?
He followed where Hal led, he would always follow where he led. He followed to the bedroom, across the floor, allowing those hands to strip him down. He already felt so bare before him, what was one more thing. He held back tears as Hal lay down and pulled him in close, denied even the comfort of being at the man's feet, images flashing in his head of someone else being allowed that. Hal had promised none would take his place. But that was before… this.
"I'll do better next time," he promised softly against Hal's chest. That was true, it was his fault Hal felt bad right now, Azune had brought something to his home that should never have crossed his door. "I knew I shouldn't have let him." Also true, in a way. He knew it would upset Hal. But he also knew it had to be done, there was so much riding on him maintaining his position, his trust, at work and with the Einfasans. "It.. it wasn't anything bad, Hal. I'd tell you if it was." Shamefully true. His body had responded, there was no doubt of that. And Azune had clocked his mood ahead of time, had made sure to slick and prepare his body to make sure no harm came to something that belonged to Hal.
Hal's arms tightened a bit around him, but he didn't speak for a moment, letting his boy get out all the words he needed to. His heart eased at the idea that his boy had not been violated, but even what had happened, however minor it was, brought out impulses in him that he preferred not to examine.
"I'm sorry for what happened, dear-heart. I'm glad it won't happen again… I promise it was not your fault…." His fingers moved lightly down his spine but stopped at the small of his back, not continuing down as he normally would, not wanting to assume what Azune might or might not want tonight. "Would you like to lead tonight, darling? Or remain as we are?" he offered softly.
Azune had thought he had known how it felt to be heartbroken. He had been wrong. The soft denials while being held close hit far more painfully than anything Einhasen had done to him. Was this to be his punishment, then? To be allowed to lay here, skin to skin, while those things closest to his heart were taken away from him one by one by loving hands?
Hal was not a cruel man. Only rarely had he asked Azune to endure for him, and each one of those times was a treasure jealously hoarded. But this… Azune did not know if he would survive. He did not know if he was intended to. He would rather be cast out entirely. But it was not for him to decide.
"... it's okay darling boy…." Hals words were soft and kind, and his arms tucked him close. "It's okay if you can't tell me. You're safe here…"
He was, and that was the problem, wasn't it. He laid close, allowed Hal's words to drift over him. Tomorrow he would do better. He would find it in himself to lie, it was selfish of him want to hold onto Hal's trust at the expense of hurting him. He would smile and reassure him, and find more excuses to stay away. He wouldn't think of someone else who was learning to be in his place, who would be gifted the touches Hal no longer saw fit to bestow on him. Or perhaps he would force himself to think, to remember the man he loved would be fine without him, perhaps that would bring him enough comfort to do what needed to be done.
Azune may be a stupid and selfish boy, but he would not make the same mistake twice. He would male sure the price of this would taken out of his own flesh before Hal was asked to pay a single copper.
And he would always remember what it felt like to be his, even for a fleeting moment.
Still considering Hal deserves a harem of Boys (as a treat) and they deserve him.....
I mean the sheer amount of daddy issues vs daddys in this campaign it's bound to happen. Azune first....
Hal had tried hard to tuck the young man his brother brought him after the war into 'kid' territory. He wouldn't be the first or last one Hal had helped guide into adulthood. It was hard to see him at first as anything other than a kid, Hal had been around humans enough to understand that he was fairly average sized, if a bit skinny, but that could be fixed. But by orc standards he was just so small, it was natural to feel protective of him.
He hadn't seen at first, how much Azune had chaffed under that. And what he did see he had dismissed, shouldn't this boy who had spent his childhood at war have a chance to BE a kid?
Turns out it was not for him to decide. Their relationship had gotten better when Hal had come around to understanding that Azune was not a kid... but he COULD be his boy.
Slowly Hal was allowed to sit with him after a nightmare, or even pull him into his arms. Kisses could be pressed to his hair, to his forehead, to his cheek, until one day that sweet head turned to press lips to lips, soft but message clear, his eyes closed, his body trembling in Hal's arms. His boy was so breathtakingly brave.
Hal learned how Azune liked to tuck himself between his legs, to make that his safe space. It didn't matter if Hal was working at his desk, relaxing reading on the couch, or laying in bed. Azune would find his way there, taking comfort from how the strong legs would press against him. Sometimes just to rest with his head on a thigh, sometimes a gentle nuzzle further up would quietly ask of for something more. Hal rarely denied him, taking out his cock and letting his boy take that in his mouth, loving the look that he'd get on his face, both from being allowed and from the soft praise he would be given.
Taking him to bed properly was harder. He was so eager to please, to be useful, to be worthy, to EARN his place... and as much as that was fun sometimes, it wasn't what Hal wanted them to be to each other all the time. Azune struggled to accept pleasure, to accept that Hal wanted him there for HIM.
Orders to be still, to let himself be touched were hard for the boy. He would obey... he would always obey... but at such cost. Hal liked to do it sometimes, to watch those fundamental parts of him collide, and to know at the end of the day, his word meant more to his boy than even his own nature. He'd praise him softly, and kiss the frustrated tears off his face.
But most days he preferred this, thick leather straps with buckles that bound his boy into place. Hands bound to the headboard, another thick strap tucked under his knees and going around his back, forcing his legs to his chest, his ass perfectly on display for whatever Hal had in mind. And today Hal was slowly working his fourth finger in, relishing each moan and sigh, reminding his boy who he belonged to, who loved him, and who would decided exactly what it was he would take, weather that be teasing touches for hours, back to back orgasms that made him sob and beg, or a fist fully seated inside him while he was denied over and over.
To the rest of the world Azune may be the hyper-competent leader of the arcane marshals.... but here in this room he was just Hal's boy, and there there was nothing he wouldn't do for his daddy.
Occtis and Wicander sit, pressed together from knee to shoulder, on their side of Hal’s gigantic Boy’s Time bed. More and more frequently the five of them have been sleeping all together in the Davinos-approved silk sheets, and at times like these Occtis is very thankful.
Across from he and Wick are three of the strongest and most resilient men he has ever met clutching each other and shaking. Julien is laying atop Azune, who is leaned up against Hal’s bare chest. Julien’s grip around Azune’s middle and what parts of Hal’s legs he can reach is so tense the veins on his arms are standing out intensely. Azune has both of Hal’s hands threaded through his, and all four clasped together on Julien’s lower back. Azune and Julien’s eyes have been closed for a while, and Hal is starring off somewhere far back in time. Each clap of thunder sends a wave of involuntary shakes through the three men strong enough for he and Wick to feel.
Occtis had awoken, moments ago, to Julien’s hair creeping down his throat. He does not need to breathe, yet he certainly feels when things are in places they should in fact not be. After sputtering like a cat he realized Julien had him entirely surrounded. The knight’s arms were clasped behind Occtis’s back, and long pale legs extended along either side of more olive-grey toned ones, pinning them together. It had taken Hal a few minutes after he came to to realize that one of his boys was missing.
After prying Julien off of Occtis and getting the man to sit at the foot of the bed while Hal woke Azune up, Occtis crawled up and over toward his newly realized twin. Wicander, a hopeful fool and trusting to a fault, had wormed his way into the space that used to be Occtis’s heart. (Hal and the other two had as well. Julien was the first man he ever said he loved who said it back. Azune understands Occtis’s wants and needs better than anyone he’s ever met. And Hal . . . Hal keeps them all together and takes such good care of them.) So there he sat, feeling powerless to help the soldiers in his life escape an enemy they cannot attack or charm into submission.
“I think I have an idea.” Wick whispers in his ear as he rests his chin on Occtis’s shoulder and loops long arms around his middle, and the gentle whisper of breath warms Occtis’s chilled skin.
Occtis turns his head and pecks Wicander on the cheek, “What do you have in mind, angel?”
“Oh, you’ve already figured it out!” Wick smiles and Occtis silently mourns as the man’s warmth slides from behind him. Soft footfalls on the shag rug signal that Wick is walking to the foot of the bed.
He clears his throat, “Hal, Julien, Az? I have an idea that I think could help. Would you be willing to try?”
Julien nods his head vigorously against Azune’s chest, shifting the hair that began to stick to the Arcane Marshal’s chest from tears. Azune begins to sit up and help Julien sit up against his chest, rather than responding. Hal just breathes out a quiet, “Yes, dear boy.”
Occtis watches as Wicander arranges the soldiers on the enormous bed; Hal is still behind Julien and Azune, arms around the boys’ shoulders, while Azune and Julien sit criss-cross next to each other. A giggle he can’t stop sneaks out as Wick turns to take his shirt off and all three of the terrified men’s eyes grow wide for a different reason.
“None of that now. And these are still pretty new, so you guys have to be gentle. Okay?” Wick calls, pulling the sleep shirt over his head.
“What do you mean, boy?” Julien asks, voice only lightly quivering.
The room grows brighter for a moment, just a moment, as wings burst from Wicander’s back. Luminous, fluffy, warm, and delicate feathers curling around him. Wick walks backwards until the familiar feeling of his calves hitting a bed signals the taught response to sit, wings spread out and available for Julien and Azune. One wing each.
Occtis comes to sit on Wicks lap, straddling his thighs, and throws his arms over his shoulders, crossing right between the giant wings. “Jules . . .‘Zune, focus on the feathers. Be gentle and ground yourself. Hal, wanna do the same with your boys’ hair?” Occtis looks at Hal through his lashes, something he knows makes Hal want to do anything he asks.
“Brilliant, boys.” Hal says, hands immediately in Julien and Azune’s hair.
Occtis hums and smiles, one hand coming to the back of Wick’s head to play with teal waves. It always makes his day when Hal acknowledges his intelligence. He isn’t as strong as Azune and Julien, and he isn’t as kind as Wick. But he knows he is smart.
The morning finds him coming out of his trance, still in Wick’s lap and sprawled on his chest. With wings away, Occtis notices the five of them fell like dominos in the night. Wick has one of Azune and Julien’s legs trapped under him, and Julien and Azune and laying in the divots of each of Hal’s hips.
Occtis holds Wick’s face and kisses him awake; congratulates for successfully distracting the soldiers to sleep.
Alright, I am having so much fun and am probably done for today but no promises. Is this annoying anyone yet?
<3 Lichqueen
Today is a good day for hal's harem!
I love Occtis finding his place and people respecting how his brain works. Also I love that we had azune and the Einfasens xover with hals harem and now a hals harem with Wick With Wings one.
... Anyone have a better name for wick with wings it sounds like a fast food joint.
Julien lies awake, gazing up at the cracked plaster ceiling in the most sparsely appointed abode he has ever had the pleasure of existing within. Azune truly is a marvel to him in so many ways. How can a man who has lived all his adult life in one place with his nearest and dearest at hand in the same city live in a stark, plain, nearly clinical space like he does? He spends so much time in Hal’s house, does he not? Julien has, significantly more recently, and it has started to impact his preferences for the way spaces can be quietly soft and lush. It’s only been a year and a half for Julien at this point, and he knows that Azune has been Hal’s half his life.
The large man next to hum turns in his sleep, fingers seeking in the space between them before latching onto Julien’s upper arm like a vice. Julien’s not sure whether Azune pulled Julien to himself, or himself to Julien, either way Julien ends up engulfed in warm, honeyed brown skin and long ginger hair. A strong nose pressed against his pulse point as even breaths pant against is throat and Julien settles back against the bed. So often Azune wants to hold Julien, to surround him in the love and protection he was not afforded as a child. But sometimes, Julien realizes with a jolt of clarity, it isn’t about Julien at all.
It is so apparent now, how could it have taken Julien this long to realize? Sometimes Azune does these things not because he is trying to give something to Julien. A series of moments flash through Julien’s mind, and it sees the from an entirely angle.
Azune wrapping an arm around him at a bar when the Harem went out and someone singled Julien out as their prey for the evening, and pulling him tight to his side. Julien standing with his hand on Azune’s chest to keep even the slightly bit of decency while still allowing the display of ownership.
Azune braiding Julien’s hair after a particularly heavy scene, littering kisses across the knight's shoulders and neck. Every so often asking Julien to hold the braid so Azune can pull him against the larger man’s chest for a moment before picking back up where he left off.
Azune asking “why would I yell at you? I love you.” as Julien worked himself up into a near fit at a feeling that felt trapped behind his teeth, unable to be spoken to someone he needed to understand it. The wind fell out of his sails instantly, held safely in a bag by strong, sure hands.
Sometimes Azune does things because he is taking from Julien what Julien so desperately wants to give. It hits him in that moment that it does not feel like Azune is ‘taking’ things from him because everything he takes Julien offer’s freely and willingly. Not able to handle the weight of the realization completely alone, Julien curls around Azune’s head. The arm not held captive tracing the edges of the wine-stain birthmark on the sleeping man’s face. A small smile, maybe Julien’s imaging it, curls at the edges of Azune’s mouth and Julien feels him sink deeper into the bed.
Now that Julien realizes that it isn’t a completely foreign idea, the concept of wanting things and taking them, for Azune the mission to teach him all the different ways that skill is applicable has begun.
<3 Lichqueen
Awwwwwwww look at what can happen when Julien's two braincells kick in. Good boy.
Also hey PUZZLE weren't you looking for some fluff look what Lichqueen brought!
A particularly blessing on a Thursday when we're all missing our normal fix, thank you!
On the topic of Hal’s planner… (this turned out way longer than i anticipated lmao, sorry not sorry! xoxo, spin🌀)
It was a gift from Thaisha when Hal first took over leadership of the Rookery troupe because all of the new responsibility had been super overwhelming and he kept forgetting Important Things He Had To Do (he was fifteen minutes late for exactly one date night)
Like i said earlier it’s bound in heirloom leather, specifically an apron she confiscated from the Lloy forge—it’s also branded on the front with a blessing in Rungjani that roughly translates to “teller of stories, sower of hope” and there’s a single steel rivet on the spine to mirror the piercings she gives people she loves. She also had it enchanted to never run out of pages!
It’s color coded the same way his kitchen calendar is, and there’s a running legend in the front that archives the names and colors of everyone/thing that’s been dear enough to have their own color. (i forgot to mention in the last one that Wick is yellow, not mint, for the same reason that Occtis is light green instead of purple: the colors remind Hal of each of them while acting as an almost-subliminal reminder to Wick and Occtis that in Hal’s home they don’t have to wear the mask of their blood family)
There’s a section that’s just notes on each of the people in his life with things like lists of gift ideas, important dates too far in the future to be put on the calendar quite yet or in the past he wants to remember, thoughts he has or things he sees that he wants to remember to share with them next time he sees them, etc.
When Shadia was about 10 or 11 she stole the diary and wrote a poem about how much she loves him, and covered the page with doodles of their family. Naturally, this is his favorite page
Now, getting to the actual calendar section (using irl day names cause the araman ones are way too complicated to remember):
Azune’s work schedule isn’t always consistent, but from noon on sunday until 9am on monday is highlighted in red every week because a genuine good night’s sleep, a few full meals, and of course other manners of taking care of Azune set him up for an overall much better week. He also loves packing Az’s lunch and walking him to the Brethren Hall on his way to the Round!
Friday nights are always highlighted in purple, because that’s when Julien is most likely to make Bad Decisions & if Julien’s going to get high Hal would rather he do it where he knows Julien is safe. Hal has a habit tracker in Julien’s notes section, and every week Julien goes without using anything stronger than alcohol he gets a gold star. Four consecutive gold stars, and Julien gets a reward.
Occtis’ last class on Tuesdays ends at 11am, so 11am-6pm is highlighted in light green. 10am is also blocked off so that Hal has time to walk to the Pentevral to pick him up. The nice thing about being self employed is that you can take most of every Tuesday off.
He has breakfast with Shadia at sunrise every Wednesday, and lunch with Hero at 1pm on Thursdays. This week, he also blocked off an hour after his lunch with Hero to write and send a letter to Alogar
Nothing is ever highlighted on Saturdays from 11am onward, because that time is for all of his family. Everyone knows that lunch is served at noon and dinner at 6:30, and that the kitchen is closed to most from 3-4:30 so that Occtis can bake dessert without getting overwhelmed by too many people—this is all written in black ink
Spin I love how much thought you put into this, building out the world like that.
I do need to know if Julien is AWARE of his habit tracker, and what rewards might be for him??
I'm having trouble even picking out favorite bits of the rest without just copying and pasting... Wick and Occtis having colors that are THEM, not their house, particularly Occtis having slid off of Thaisha's is a nice touch. Making Azune lunch. Shadia's doddles.
Will be coming back to this just for the joy of reading it when I'm looking for a quick bite of cozy.
