Kirito had to thump his head on glass again. Gently, Asuna would bap him if he gave himself a concussion. Oh, this was going to be so hard to explain to his family.
No getting out of it. He breathed out, watching breath fog on the window. Continue reading
SAO had players all over Japan. Who knows where any of us are?
Given he hadn’t heard mass chaos – Klein probably wasn’t here, Continue reading
Kirito froze. Faint. Maybe his imagination, like hearing waves in the rush of his own heartbeat, or an echo of Draconic in one of the stray conversations as staff and nurses rushed by. Continue reading
Determined, Kirito pushed his feet to the floor.
Cold! Continue reading
It was like surfacing from deep water.
Throat feels… lousy. Kirito blinked, feeling what had to be a crust of sleep-sand thick as a silver coin crack and stick. Continue reading
Monstrous Compendium Online Chapter 11, Not a Duel, is up on Archive of Our Own. Continue reading
“Let us burn away these chains of fear,” Klein murmured, low and intent. “C’mon, we can do this people, just believe….” Continue reading
Heathcliff charged, the cross-shaped shield vanishing into mist. Continue reading
These are tiny. Smaller than a pencil eraser tiny.
