Melayne Seahawk's Writers' Island

written for the Slashers Dionysia 2007, under the category of satyr play.

This fic includes an f/f relationship and my usual brand of fast-and-loose mythology (of the Greek kind only this time). You don't like, don't read. You've been warned.

Thanks to triannamaxwell and velvetcherri for the beta.

My original fic is also rated on the Kinsey Scale.

“Stop me if you’ve heard this one before,” Eros bitched, right wing twitching idly.

( Galatea | PG-13 // 6 | 1300 words | complete )

Feedback is better than chocolate.

Response to my Sensory Overload Challenge:

Title: "Can't See the Sense in Crying"

Sight: blue
Sound: sharp
Smell: musk
Touch: rough
Taste: coriander

Note (to those who didn't get here from the_originals: This is a piece of fiction depicting homosexual relationships. No like-y, no read-y. It is rated PG for smoochies, but nothing more.

Thanks to superboner and kashmir_ki_kali for beta-ing, and kashmir_ki_kali for making sure I spelled all the food correctly.

( Can't See the Sense in Crying | 1485 words )

"There are, really, two kinds of muses..."

( Muse | 1158 words )