28
Sep

Closed Circuit

by Morokoshi Katsura (唐 桂) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/30625.html) Sasha woke slowly. For minutes he allowed himself to drift in and out of a light doze, too lazy and comfortable to open his eyes. It had the flavour of luxury, as if he’d been sleeping for longer than usual already. Sleeping and dreaming. His limbs were slack […]

22
Dec

Reunion

by Morokoshi Katsura (唐 桂) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/8978.html) For the first few weeks on Alba Venne dressed in layers: woolen stockings and quilted silk jackets and rivers of sable fur, long gloves and tall boots. The attire was necessary, as much for form and semiotics as the function of the outdoor ceremonies that marked his arrival, […]

31
Oct

Witching Hour

by Morokoshi Katsura (唐 桂) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/3707.html) “Back then,” said Yukio, “I hated summer vacation, because my mother would send me to the countryside. She’s never liked me underfoot though I suppose I can’t blame her, since she works at home and I was such a noisy kid. No matter how I begged her to […]

9
Sep

Revels

by Morokoshi Katsura (唐 桂) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/729.html) Makoyo balances on the edge of the stone wall and lets himself drop, landing noiselessly in the flagstone-paved courtyard below. After a moment he stands up on his two feet and draws his feasting robe over his shoulders. He has carried his sabre with him, and fastens it […]