Vegas is not Maine (Fiction of the Apocalypse)
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faeapocliveFirst: Introduction
June 28
“You want to go where, puppy?” The big guy was running his hands through Speed's hair again, which he loved, and tugging on his ears, which he didn't quite love. But the big guy was generally nice, so Speed would probably stick around a bit longer, ear-pulling or not.
(His saluki Change had given him long, fluffy ears. He supposed he could understand someone liking petting them. But still...!)
“I want to go to Vegas. There's a goddess there calling herself Aphrodite.”
The big guy's hand stilled. “A goddess?”
“Well, she calls herself Aphrodite, and she doesn't look like a stripper, and she'd claimed Queen of Vegas.”
“Hunh.” There was something a bit terrifying about the way the big guy's hands settled on Speed's shoulders. “Maybe we ought to, mmm, go to Maine.”
Next: You're Welcome
June 28
“You want to go where, puppy?” The big guy was running his hands through Speed's hair again, which he loved, and tugging on his ears, which he didn't quite love. But the big guy was generally nice, so Speed would probably stick around a bit longer, ear-pulling or not.
(His saluki Change had given him long, fluffy ears. He supposed he could understand someone liking petting them. But still...!)
“I want to go to Vegas. There's a goddess there calling herself Aphrodite.”
The big guy's hand stilled. “A goddess?”
“Well, she calls herself Aphrodite, and she doesn't look like a stripper, and she'd claimed Queen of Vegas.”
“Hunh.” There was something a bit terrifying about the way the big guy's hands settled on Speed's shoulders. “Maybe we ought to, mmm, go to Maine.”
Next: You're Welcome
