And now for something completely different. I was commissioned by the wonderful and amazing @tinkerandtoil to write a fairy tale in the tradition of the Brother’s Grimm. This is something much different from my usual stories but I really hope you enjoy none-the-less. I’m very pleased with this work and I hope I’ll get to do more in the future.
It’s a rather slow night in the pub and I’m already starting to clean things up. As I’m going around, mopping up the tables the door opens. The man who walks in is someone I have never seen before and this is the sort of place where if you don’t recognize someone you’ll probably never see them again.
I finish the table I’m working on as the man goes to the back of the pub, taking the corner booth below the stained glass window. After washing my hands I go to his table. He really isn’t like anyone I’ve seen before. He’s a bit unkempt and shaggy. His long hair was done in thick dreads decorated with charms and ribbons, a three-day beard, but he had the most astonishing eyes I had ever seen. They were a sort of lavender color, not quite purple, not very blue, and almost but not very gray. They stood out especially against his dark skin. He looks at me and I flinch for a moment.
Pansexual Monster Girl 