A Curse Upon Thee 3-6B

“… the Infinite Forest.” After literally days after days of walking, the suffocating tree line finally opened up. One second, he’d been ducking another thick branch that hung too low and seemed magically and vindictively determined to keep smacking him right in the face. The next, all five of them stood right at the edge…

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His mouth cracked open, jaw popping as he yawned loud and proud. One hand wandered down to scratch the crack of his ass as the other shoved a pillow into a shape that actually supported a human head. The morning after felt like waking up on a different planet. The sheets were cool, clean cotton…

For all its vaunted softness, Egyptian cotton was suffocating. Regina Mills opened her eyes from beneath the sheets, pulling them down from her head to stare up at the ceiling. Barely an inch of morning light made its way in through the blackout drapes, the sterile hum of the HVAC filtering into the room serving…

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“This… this is my fault.”  It was the same thing she’d muttered over and over since they’d left the castle — three times in the last hour even — and Mulan seemingly hadn’t gotten tired of parroting the sentence on repeat. The trek back from the ruined castle didn’t have a soundtrack, unless you counted…