The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Drafted

Jun
05

Ide’a had never been a disappointment to his parents. He had a knack for business, was capable with the technology, software, and processes that kept his extended family firmly in control of the Flux’s mining economy, and knew how to manage business ‘partners’ with the appropriate balance of conciliation and hostility.

He’d never disappointed them until he took mandatory affinity testing and scored too valuable a potential pilot to avoid being drafted.

But when he arrived at his tiny bunk with his two permissible duffel bags, on equal footing with every other candidate, he exhaled his cage and inhaled relief.

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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