Callsign: Morning (a Callsign: Bitchless fanfic)

Originally written for Cohost as a fanfic of caffeinatedotter's series 'Callsign: Bitchless', set shortly after its fourth installment

Callsign: Morning

The call connects and the blonde woman on the other end is speaking before the fritzy LR booth monitor can resolve her image. "Anna-Maria, what is this ghastly rumour I am hearing from Fabriana de Winter about your conduct at the Admiral's birthday?"

Anna-Maria van der Fabriek's face has been locked under the iron control of her training since before she swiped her pass to log into the long range comm room. By the time she'd stepped into the booth, closing the vacuum-panelled glass around her like a cape, her expression was a sculptor's marble mask. She starts to speak and finds, despite all that, despite two decades of habitus, her cheek wants to twitch with a smirk.
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For a Muse of Fire (Fanfic of Malia)

Originally written for Cohost as a fanfic of caffeinatedotter's Malia series.

For a Muse of Fire

They are not any longer mere adventurers. Too much walks in Malia's footprints, now, for that. They are heroes, well along the road that leads only to myth. Their deeds grow, cannot not grow as their reputation demands yet greater attention from yet greater powers.

And it is not just Malia, anymore. They are not the fearsome sorcerer Malia and her bodyguards, and indeed Malia herself scorned that idea from the beginning, all the more viciously after the prison. Each in their own way, the paladin, the archer and the berserker feel the unfolding within themselves of new things. New and terrible things, if they crease up wrong.
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