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
He turned to aideen but he could see her grimace when calig turned up the volume on the static-y speakers. “i think i'll pass. you three have fun. i'll fend for myself tonight," said aideen.
Catching Cinders Ch. 11: Would You Love Me If I Was a Worm?
"you know, this whole jig is up if i have to explain to aideen why i was sent to the hospital with lockjaw." "you're overthinking it, _dearest._ the most important thing is to _relax_," encouraged elan.
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
aideen whispered in disbelief. she examined the brass placard engraved with “a&t ardor” in leaf-like font. their hostess laid down their menus and then took the bottle of red wine and held it label-out while she opened it.
Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch
aideen cocked her head and waited politely for elan to finish. "s-sorry, mom. that, uh, that sounded really shallow, didn't it?" "no it didn't," aideen shook her head and elan had to suppress a sigh of relief. aideen put a hand on one of elan's 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
He swept up aideen from behind, the bristles of his mane poking through the gaps of aideen's christmas sweater. “damn it. i guess i have a job for you, after all,” frowned aideen.
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
Elan’s ears wilted in the same way they did when aideen snapped at him. robyn had already called the elevator and beckoned them inside. the interior halls were clean but with decor that hadn’t been updated since at least the 80s. “you’re gettin big, huh?
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
He could only take a quick look; he didn't want aideen to think he was stopping without her say so. he caressed a supple, cream-furred breast and aideen moaned throatily.