Premise: Witchy ace raccoon (POV) is the chaotic force in a more straight-edge fisher (Pekania pennanti). Fisher falls for raccoon but there is strife around sex. Climax is maybe:
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Fisher rapes raccoon
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Fisher attempts to rape raccoon
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Fisher decides it isn't going to work w/ combo of chaos andace, gets super upset
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raccoon runs away to stay w/ friend and has to figure out how to talk about what happened
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Raccoon - Baron - late 20s - M (GQ)
+Fisher - Ian - Early 30s - M
+Friend (raccoon) - Sonya - Baron's ex, but still friend. Same ages as Baron, grew out of witchiness for the most part - F
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Story
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The salt was gritty beneath Baron's pawpads. It was a good feeling. A dry sort of dirty, clean and pure.
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Salt for each of the paws. Just a dry rub against each of the pads, interpad fur dusted with coarse grains.
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Water for the muzzle, dabbed at each of the whiskerpads, tickling its way through the fur. Another dab at chin and a fourth between the eyes. The water beaded for a moment atop his muzzle before soaking into the short fur there, cool.
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Fire for the claws. Just a feathery brush of flame right across the tips, warmth spilling across fingers and toe as the bright flame flickered from the disturbance, casting crazing shadows throughout the otherwise dim room. Just the candle and what light made it through the curtains, despite the bright day beyond.
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Incense for the tail. Something spicy and herbal. Something homemade rather than the cloying garbage that lined the shelves at hippie bookstores these days. Baron had made his own for years since the one consistent source for the incense he could stand had gone out of business. A waft of fragrant smoke through his brush to leave behind pleasant cleanliness.
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"Stand," Baron murmured.
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Ian wobbled to his feet, knees popping. Baron met his sheepish smile with a happy grin.
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"Welcome, now, spirits of earth and water, fire and air. Welcome spirits to guide us, spirits to light the way ahead of us." Baron, having replaced the elements, now retrieved his small frame drum and, using the softer end of the mallet, began a slow rhythmic beat to keep up with his patter.
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"Today is a new day, a new day begun. Today is a new day, a new day to explore. Today is a new day, a day for the searcher within to guide and find. Today is a new day, a day to become ever more whole." The words rolled out of his muzzle with comfortable familiarity, and he felt the world around him dissolve into the background, a pot set to simmer while the rest of the ritual was brought to a boil.
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"Today we ask the powers of the east, the spirits of air, to lend their knowledge, that we may be ever bolstered by greater understanding." He turned away from the window to the right. "Today we ask the powers of the south, the spirits of fire, to lend their will, that we may be emboldened in our actions and all that we do." Turn. "Today we ask the powers of the west, the spirits of water, to lend their emotions, that we may learn from our feelings." One final turn. "Today, we ask the powers of the north, the spirits of earth, to lend their restraint, that we may not act beyond need and speak when silence is called for."
'''
-It was with no small amount of irony
-that Malina lay down all of her finery
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and went to work in a coffee shop.
-The Book and the Bean was a short hop,
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after all, from her home, close enough
-that, after the walk, she was hardly fluffed
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at all. Just a badger, a bit portly, a bit tall,
-who gave up on a job in personal finance, one fall,
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to, as she'd told Cyril, "head for greener pastures."
-Internally, she couldn't shake the stress of last year's
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troubles with the boss. Stupid git.
-She'd promised Cyril that she'd be a good fit
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and make things work out financially.
-"Our house is paid off, we're substantially
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self sufficient. Far more so than most!"
-she'd said over that evening's roast.
-
"And I'm perfectly willing
-to admit I'll never make a killing
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working in a coffee shop. And if it doesn't
-work out, I'm just as willing to admit it wasn't
-
a good idea, and head back to the books."
-Cyril had given her the weariest of looks
-
and shaken his head, and that act, or non-act,
-which showed his opinion of the fact
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that moving from a comfortable CPA position
-to a barista down the road, that that transition
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was, perhaps, one big bad idea.
-"It could work, but Malina,
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please keep an eye on reality."
-'''
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It was with no small amount of irony
+that Malina lay down all of her finery
+
+and went to work in a coffee shop.
+The Book and the Bean was a short hop,
+
+after all, from her home, close enough
+that, after the walk, she was hardly fluffed
+
+at all. Just a badger, a bit portly, a bit tall,
+who gave up on a job in personal finance, one fall,
+
+to, as she'd told Cyril, "head for greener pastures."
+Internally, she couldn't shake the stress of last year's
+
+troubles with the boss. Stupid git.
+She'd promised Cyril that she'd be a good fit
+
+and make things work out financially.
+"Our house is paid off, we're substantially
+
+self sufficient. Far more so than most!"
+she'd said over that evening's roast.
+
+"And I'm perfectly willing
+to admit I'll never make a killing
+
+working in a coffee shop. And if it doesn't
+work out, I'm just as willing to admit it wasn't
+
+a good idea, and head back to the books."
+Cyril had given her the weariest of looks
+
+and shaken his head, and that act, or non-act,
+which showed his opinion of the fact
+
+that moving from a comfortable CPA position
+to a barista down the road, that that transition
+
+was, perhaps, one big bad idea.
+"It could work, but Malina,
+
+please keep an eye on reality."
Maybe continue there to more dinner/conversation?
II
The problems with boss
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'''
-When one's coworker up and goes missing,
-taking her life and leaving without even kissing
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her husband goodbye,
-it takes every good lie
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you've told in the office and either makes you ask
-why you told it, or shatters the carefully constructed mask
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it implies. Your boss, for instance,
-might come after you with some persistence,
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aiming for a kiss here, a touch there,
-Even as he wonders aloud, "Where
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has she gone? And why?" It makes no sense.
-You rebuff every approach and set up a little fence
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around your desk, one made of papers and inboxes,
-and work with your back to a wall to keep that fox's
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advances at bay. It could be that you're just, you know,
-imagining things. That your boss is just stooping this low
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not because he's upset, but because you are.
-Even then, it doesn't really matter just how far
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he goes. Sigh. He's still an asshole.
-One day, you reject and rebuff a pass while
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explaining what a shitty thing that is to do,
-and finally tell the truth about how little you care who
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he thinks he is. He backs off, anger cool and plain,
-but he does back off.
-'''
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When one's coworker up and goes missing,
+taking her life and leaving without even kissing
+
+her husband goodbye,
+it takes every good lie
+
+you've told in the office and either makes you ask
+why you told it, or shatters the carefully constructed mask
+
+it implies. Your boss, for instance,
+might come after you with some persistence,
+
+aiming for a kiss here, a touch there,
+Even as he wonders aloud, "Where
+
+has she gone? And why?" It makes no sense.
+You rebuff every approach and set up a little fence
+
+around your desk, one made of papers and inboxes,
+and work with your back to a wall to keep that fox's
+
+advances at bay. It could be that you're just, you know,
+imagining things. That your boss is just stooping this low
+
+not because he's upset, but because you are.
+Even then, it doesn't really matter just how far
+
+he goes. Sigh. He's still an asshole.
+One day, you reject and rebuff a pass while
+
+explaining what a shitty thing that is to do,
+and finally tell the truth about how little you care who
+
+he thinks he is. He backs off, anger cool and plain,
+but he does back off.
(or maybe that's just you imagining things now that she's gone, etc)
Three characters (salt, sulphur, and mercury, but not excplicitly named as such)
+* Salt: husband, pacific, supportive, reliable
+* Sulphur: girlfriend, firey, supportive but fretful, flaky
+* Mercury: trans guy, tries to balance salt and sulphur
+
Entire story takes place during ritual with planning and interpersonal conflict told through flashbacks. Mercury having a ritual with Salt and Sulphur before his ??? Surgery? Something?
Name notes
+* Cerridwen welsh goddess of music
+* Cecilia patron saint of music
+* Thamyris greek god of musical conceit
+* Linus musical son of apollo
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Dr. T. Linus Carraway Jr - Conductor, professor of woodwinds, and oboist. Also full of himself for being young genius or whatever
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Carrie Brys - Linus' long-distance girlfriend, lives in Illinois, computer science grad student
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Linus concert and intro
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Class and followups
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Linus mugged, stabbed, grabs knife blade in defense and severs tendons
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Sad sad sad, mopes at home, tries ODing on meds
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Carrie visits as soon as she can make it to try and get him going again
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Struggle struggle, living up in one's own head
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Carrie surprises by turning last concert of season into benefit concert. Sob sob happy except low chance of getting back to where he was
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Story
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[11:41 PM] tlcarraway> The high that comes after a performance is surely greater than any drug. I don't have much experience with drugs, other than an abortive attempt at marijuana back in undergrad.
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[11:42 PM] tlcarraway> They should bottle this feeling.
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[11:42 PM] CarrieB> Good performance, then?
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[11:42 PM] tlcarraway> Great!!!
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[11:42 PM] CarrieB> I can tell. You always start making these grand statements after the good ones.
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[11:43 PM] tlcarraway> I do?
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[11:43 PM] tlcarraway> I guess I do.
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[11:44 PM] CarrieB> Last good performance you had, you started talking about Orpheus.
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[11:44 PM] tlcarraway> Oy, was I drunk?
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[11:44 PM] CarrieB> Are you now?
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[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> Hah, good point.
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[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> How's my kitty?
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[11:45 PM] CarrieB> Good, though maybe not as good as you. Been waiting for you to get back.
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[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> Waiting?
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[11:46 PM] CarrieB> Of course! Your concerts really are great, but when they're done, that means I get you back again.
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[11:46 PM] tlcarraway> <3
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[11:46 PM] tlcarraway> Only one more this season, kitty.
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[11:46 PM] CarrieB> <3
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[11:47 PM] CarrieB> Still want me to come out and watch?
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[11:47 PM] tlcarraway> I'd love that <3
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[11:47 PM] CarrieB> Good!
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[11:47 PM] CarrieB> It's super late, though, but I wanted to stay up and catch you before sleep. I'm crashingg
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[11:49 PM] tlcarraway> Yeah, go get some sleep. I need to get cleaned up, anyway.
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[11:49 PM] CarrieB> Kk sleep well when you get there love you
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Out of habit, Linus twitched his wrist to get his watch into view, despite the clock on his laptop. It was late.
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[11:50 PM] tlcarraway> Love you too. Make sure you actually sleep in bed instead of the comp chair this time <3
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No reply. Good. If Carrie got to the point of barely intelligible keyboard mashing, she'd sleep basically wherever she was. Linus just had to hope she actually made it.