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what a great day to remember that all aces and aros belong in the lgbt community

Here's the post I mentioned here.

And character links for your convenience

Bella

Freddie

Zach

Victor-Hecate

Fera

Nala

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I love the flower talk. And Aspen's sweet reassurances

Flash Fiction Friday #94: Riveting Revival

Thanks for the prompt, @flashfictionfridayofficial​!

I couldn’t not write about Aspen for this prompt, so have a Stray Spirit post-climax snippet, where Aspen is hanging out at the Karic house. I also somehow wound up in Tessa’s POV (Emry’s mother) for this, and it was a lot of fun.

Winter Garden

Word Count: 488

TW/CW: snow

Tessa Karic chewed on her thumbnail as she stood on the back stoop of her house, squinting out at the withered remains of her winter garden. She supposed it was a blessing that last night’s snowfall hid most of the desolation from view, but the sun glaring against the white banks still made it difficult, almost painful, to look at.

 “I never thought a forest spirit would ever be looking at it,” she admitted aloud. “It’s shameful, is what it is.”

Aspen shook their head.

 “It’s winter, is what it is,” they said, looking at the garden without even a hint of disgust or anger. In fact, they were smiling. “My grove looks just like it this time of year.”

 “Really?” If it were anyone else, she would have assumed it was a polite lie- but this spirit didn’t seem the lying type. “I was hoping at least the pieris would be blooming at this point…”

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