Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

   Poseidon: "My dad said someone bad killed my mother... it was you."   Sebastian: "Well, no... but I probably represented the guy who did."   Poseidon: "You look just like him..."   Sebastian: "I've been told I look like a lot of people. One of those faces, I guess. But for argument's same... anyone I may or may not have allegedly  ｋ ill ｅ d... let's just say there would have to be a damn good reason. I'm in the business of setting  ｋ ill ｅ r ｓ  free, not  ｋ ill ｉ n ｇ  them myself.   “Well she wasn’t a killer! She was my mother.” Poseidon stated disapprovingly. He really didn’t understand it all fully, probably due to his age yet but he did understand a few things. What this gun can do, what happened to her initially, and that he fit the description at least. At least in his head. “So then… why are you here?”   "I never said, nor implied, that she was a killer," Sebastian said coolly. "And I was in the neighborhood. Yo...

  Désmoda had been living a comfortable life—well, comfortable for her. She had a rather nice roof over her head and she could  get to the market if she wanted  to ride in the carriage. But she also had a few people she could ask to do so for her… for a sufficiently-inclusive definition of “ask”. Yes, she’d released the last poor bastard she’d indentured from her cellar, but not without taking some insurance that, should she request a favor or two, they’d not feel in a position to turn her down. And now that her cellar was housing only empty wine casks at the moment, she found herself in need of someone to share her home. She’d never admit it, of course, but she did get terribly lonely from time to time. Maybe there was a more appropriate way to meet men than entrapping, torturing, and blackmailing them… but how would she know? Her mother had wanted to raise a lady and she’d wanted to spite her mother, so away she’d run when she was 16, taking some of her dowry with her b...