Leeron Heywood Writing

A Love Transformed But Never Extinguished

The first thing I notice on entering the inner temple, the Tomb of Linara, is the hush. As if the distant revelry does not dare intrude into this place of sorrow.

Another Flower Blooms, Bolstered By Singing

Ok. This hadn’t been too bad. It helped that it was only their friends here, and even inebriated they all knew better than to bother handing Betsy a microphone.

Beating Seductive Magics With Borrowed Immunity

“Huh. This is surreal.” Lance muttered, sword held ready - despite knowing that these demons being MADE of lust meant they couldn’t enter the barrier.

Love Is Love, Especially When It's Also Alchemical Science!

A mad alchemist learns his masterpiece has achieved an unheard-of development for an artificial lifeform - but not quite how he’d expected…

Polishing Up A Clusterfuck Confession

It was twelve minutes and eighteen seconds into Marco’s meandering series of increasingly tortured metaphors when Curt quizzically interjected “Are you saying you’re gay?”

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