An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s things like that that make me doubt the veracity of our relationship, though if it is a pretence it’s long lived enough to experience diminishing returns. It’s a horrible thing to think of a partner, though it crosses my mind every time I wake up to an empty bed and bright blue light spilling under the door. Which happens an awful lot more than I’d prefer, and he knows that.
Chapter three of the StalliOld fic is up! I have been in a real creative funk across the board but I am gonna drag myself into something better kicking and screaming if I have to!













