Ryan sits in his own personal subspace as the mechanisms of the world roll ever onwards around him.

And he watches, and he turns, his friends and lovers from a thousand years ago dancing their calculated dances to his own precise designs.

And he's forever aware of his own fixed movements and motions, dancing to a tune not of his own making.

It's taken six months, I finally finished my pinups. o(^V^)o Now time to finish off the little oneshot prose pieces I wrote up 9 months ago. I may get them out before November, possibly hopefully.