The Painter Who Used Rain as Ink
The Painter Who Used Rain as Ink
He painted masterpieces during storms; when the sun returned, they vanished. Critics mocked him — until they realized he’d painted them too, and they were fading.
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Summer Romances, Chapter Three
By the time the camp was drawing into sight, Juniper could tell it was already as she’d feared. Flashsatsumas was entitled to his privacy, and in an ideal world she’d have done nothing but respect it. The problem was that right now they weren’t in any world, but rather somewhere they could only safely stay by maintaining a precarious balance of which Flashsatsumas’s powers were part. That wasn’t a mix into which you wanted to introduce desire. The tiny taster of the same which had come Mini-Flash Juniper’s way that morning had been reminder enough that all other powers bowed before it, those of rationality and self-restraint first. From the looks of things, Flashsatsumas hadn’t stopped there.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 8 hours ago in Chapters
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