Ch. 5: Rapture
Folly's breath still hadn't settled. He should have laughed. Should have scoffed, thrown Alder's words back in his face, or at the very least, rolled his eyes and pretended he wasn't affected. But he was. Because Alder had said it— _I think I...
Ch. 1: The Consequences of Celestial Shenanigans
Folly had been out later than usual. His cottage sat nestled in a clearing, the wooden beams softened by creeping ivy and the gentle glow of lantern light. A small garden stretched wild in front of it, its rows of vegetables and herbs nearly overtaken...
Ch.4: He is So, So Fucked
Folly was not nervous. That would be ridiculous. He was, however, acutely aware of where he was standing, what time it was, and the undeniable fact that he was waiting for someone who might not even show up. His tail flicked sharply. Annoying. He...
Ch.3: Lark
The interior of Folly's cottage was a warm, cluttered thing—patched together over the years with mismatched furniture, dried herbs strung from the ceiling, and books and star maps stacked in precarious piles along every available surface. A fire...
Ch. 2: A Celestial Undone
The celestial being had always told himself he was only watching. It was the first rule, the foundation of his existence. For lifetimes, he had been a silent witness to history, untouched by time or consequence. To intervene was to disrupt, to unmake...