The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Simple Pleasures

May
01

Ide’a stared long enough that Mihzät finally turned around with an exasperated sigh and demanded, “What?”

“You got your ears pierced,” Ide’a said, gaze flitting between Mihzät’s ears and his face, a flat, almost unreadable expression on his own.

But Ide’a wasn’t truly unreadable, not to Mihzät. There was a little wonder there, surprised faint pleasure.

Mihzät blushed, suddenly conscious that he was finally wearing the earrings Ide’a had given him a year ago and of what such a gift actually meant. “Yeah.”

Ide’a leaned over and kissed him softly just behind his ear, making Mihzät shiver. “I like them.”

Wake Up Call

Apr
26

Mihzät woke up feeling oddly warm.

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