Catching Cinders 00: An Open Letter To ScyStorm
To go into more detail here, i know that elan, tyson, aideen, and calig are characters invented by scy, but they are not his fursonas, and i feel that there is a line here.
Catching Cinders Ch. 01: Settling In
“that's captain ardor to you, punk,” said tyson, but he broke his stern scowl with a wink. he didn't close the door behind him when he stepped into the shower. “how're you feeling, babygirl,” murmured calig. he kissed the tender spot that he'd bitten.
Catching Cinders Ch. 11: Would You Love Me If I Was a Worm?
She strode to tyson with the diligent grace of one recently accustomed to heels. she inserted herself brazenly between tyson and elan and stole a kiss.
Catching Cinders 0: Forward, Content Warning, & Thanks
* * * _elan ardor thought he could walk away from his father's bed. it'd be just one night, a chance for them both to explore their deepest taboo and then go back to the normal lives.
Catching Cinders Ch. 13: Cognitive Dissonance
tyson was forced to push between the throng to reach the ampharos at the hostess stand. “the reservation is for ardor. for the cherrywood lounge.” “right this way. we have your table ready.”
Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch
* * * … **Week Sixteen…** Elan fidgeted uncomfortably in the front seat of his mother's SUV. She'd chosen this car for its spacious cabin but it still struggled to comfortably accommodate Elan, Aideen, and the eighteen tails...
Catching Cinders Ch. 09: Biting the Bullet
Safeword is ‘diploma.’”_ “so… officer ardor, still think you’re bringing me in?” whispered aideen. her gold-flecked nails tore at the buttons on his uniform with such ferocity that tyson heard one of them _plink_ against the bedpost.
Catching Cinders Ch. 12: Warmer in the Winter
She shot tyson _a look._ “don't look at me like that,” teased tyson. “maybe if my back were twenty years younger.” “tyson!” aideen shrieked and went as red as her dress.
Catching Cinders Ch. 03: Knowing the Odds
ardor,” said the dragon-type. he looked quizzically from his clipboard when both tyson and elan made a motion to reply. “oh, i’m sorry, you all are—” “i’m his father,” said tyson. “_i’m_ the one you call ‘mr. ardor.”
Catching Cinders Ch. 14: Smooth Sailing
* * * … **Week Twenty-Eight…** Elan leaned against the railing that led to an aged condo complex. The glass doors were polished clean but Elan avoided looking at them for fear his reflection. He didn't want to see how easily he'd become winded. _Oh...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 15.5: Sword of Damocles
._ "mister ardor, are you still with us?" elan startled, mortified. _that was supposed to be a blink._ the lecture hall echoed as stragglers shuffled out the back doors.
Catching Cinders Ch. 15: Derecho
tyson almost winced. there was blood in the water now. "tyson, will you open this, please." tyson took his phone. she didn't know his pin, he didn't know hers. they never had a need: she knew he could never lie to her.