Hi folks,

Just a small-ish update today; the Smolcellus mini fluff-fic you might have been expecting has gone straight into Proximity in the interests of efficiency. So, if you want your fix, head over to that story and check the latest chapter.

So, um... Have some cute Smolcellus snuggle pics instead.

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Smolder dropped the quill onto her desk and leaned back, watching the wedge of amber light steal her essay from the paper it was written on. Her neck hurt, her wrist hurt, her brain hurt. But it was done. Somehow, she had survived.

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Ouch!

Ocellus inhaled sharply before turning to meet Smolder's searching gaze with as much patience as she could muster.

"Um, you're standing on me."

Realisation dripped slowly into Smolder's eyes, forcing them into the shape of saucers.  "A—Again? You just keep finding your way under me, huh?"

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