He wanted to blame someone for the condition she came back in, but there wasn't really any specific person he could blame. Sinbad, Mogamett, Al Thamen, there were options… but damn it, it was all of them together and none at all.

Winter is cold, wet, and unforgiving. Noriko, is cold, outdoors, and understandably sulking. [shameless blanket fic, sorry. lol]

Izark didn't say anything, but in that moment she thought he might even be thankful for their childish spats. [rating for safety's sake]

Proper mythology would tell you that devils were supposed to be deceptively beautiful; they made sin look delicious, made it look irresistible. So the fact that most people thought Hiruma Yoichi was a demon was... actually a little comical. [rated for language]

Mamori didn't believe in forever, or in relationships making her life all rainbows and sparkles. She thought her relationship with Juumonji would make it... until reality came back with pointy teeth and automatic weapons. [usual rating for language]

The whole universe was turning in a slow dance; for just a little while, Father Time was allowing himself to be distracted elsewhere, just for them.

Flowers can say a lot of things, and Kougyoku is getting an earful. [rated for a little language]