westie.bsky.social
queer erotica writer not the battlef*eld guy 🔞
👤 Joined on 10 August 2023
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I love you. I'm sorry I resented you when you were a baby, but I hope I've supported you ever since then. Take good care of yourself and your friends, and make sure they take care of you too. P.S. - The goblins *are* pretty short, it's just that you were a toddler when you met them."
Show PostThe note she left behind said: "Toby, I know you won't remember, but you might still understand, and if you look close you can put it together. I don't think I'm coming back this time. I have nobody to rescue except myself, so I can settle at the outskirts and make a life there.
Show PostIt didn't take much. A mirror, a couple of candles, a clock chiming the hour as it always had. And her words, giving form to her desires: "I wish the goblins *would* come and take me away -- right now."
Show PostThe agency was apologetic, but there wasn't much they could do. They had some other options, and she was resourceful and reliable; they'd try to slide something her way. Sarah was sure they'd try. She was doubtful they'd succeed. And Game Night wasn't scheduled until the end of the week.
Show PostAnd then she lost her latest job. It was a temp job through the agency, but it was supposed to last out the month. Instead, the woman she was replacing came back within a week. Probably afraid of losing her place, Sarah thought with unwilling sympathy, looking at the circles under her eyes.
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