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MorningIt was deceiving how peaceful he looked when he slept. Eyes shut, hair in a silver halo around his head, or perhaps pooled around his shoulders, mouth in a gentle line making an expression that was somewhere between a smile and a frown, Zephyr looked positively sweet asleep. If any of his men ever saw it they would lose so much respect for him—or so Zephyr liked to say. Noreat didn’t think that soldiers were that finicky. Everyone had to sleep didn’t they? Why would seeing their General asleep change their opinion of him? Now if he didn’t have to sleep that might terrify them, but he did, and that was perfectly normal, so it followed that it shouldn’t affect anything between Zephyr and his men. But Zephyr thought it did. Zephyr had a lot of thoughts that Noreat didn’t agree with.
Though, the nice thing about sleeping Zephyr was that he couldn’t disagree with Noreat. All he could do was lay there, looking beautiful, half covered
One DaySparing moments. That was what they had. Both knew that these moments, flashes, vignettes in their lives would last so little time. They were only permitted so much time.
So they made the most of it. The rare muscle spasm of smiles graced their lips. Glints of color and emotion flitted across their eyes. For once the two relished the sensation of touch. Usually touch equaled pain, but when Peter and Simone held hands it felt wonderful.
Like two worlds colliding softly and in their wake leaving a tiny, innocent pool of gentle ripples. Their skin tingled, in a good way, which was so rare between them.
Love. And emotion neither thought they would have the chance to feel. A commitment neither thought they would ever have the honor of making. Gifts of smiles of smiles and sighs, stray touches and even more stray kisses. The feeling of fingers combing through hair and smiles through on skin.
They both preferred the smell of each other to the smell of sterile needles and antiseptic. Th
Shit ExcusesSo what do you have to say for yourself this time?
“E-ego,” he whispered.
The reflection didn’t agree. A face full of hard lines, angles, and winkles glared back. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the sink. How he so wanted to slam his hands into the mirror, to crush that reflection and all the questions. They had no right to ask!
“I’m sorry,” He attempted.
Sorry doesn’t mean a damn thing.
No it didn’t but at least he was trying? He was doing his best! He left, he was helping Cotton, he was helping Simone!
A lifetime of wrongs can’t be reversed by a few good deeds.
You’ve done more than just destroy Simone and Cotton’s life.
Do you really think they’ll ever forgive you? His reflection demanded.
Lester bit his lip, his vision starting to blur from salty tears. No. No he knew th
Curiosity“Look at this!” Mercutio squealed as he darted away from Cian.
Cian threw his head back and suppressed the need to shout. The two had been taking a leisurely walk through the cosmos up until now. Cian had grown bored hopping from planet to planet and he managed to convince his lover to just stroll through space. Of course it couldn’t last long. Not much of any one activity (save a few) managed to entertain Mercutio indefinitely.
Turning around Cian found a new reason to sigh and shake his head. Mercutio was floating about a large satellite. The silver and white constructed was oddly shaped, almost like a cone with a series of antennas poking out of it at regular intervals. Little white and red lights blinked on it, and a foreign writing that soon translated to Peregrination MARK IV was pained in red on one of the sides. It was nothing exceptionally amazing, despite how Mercutio flew about it, toying w
Absence Makes The Heart Grow FonderAbsence makes the heart grow fonder. That’s what they liked to say. For a long time Tien rather thought that the line was written by someone who had never had a lover or dear friend be absent from their lives. Because, for her, while absence did make her crave her beloved more it also poisoned her days with anger. Some days that anger morphed and turned into something more deadly; a quiet rage that could be seen but not felt. The way her expression would strain, her fingers curl into careful fists at her sides, her eyes taking on a dangerous spark…all because of absence.
And yes, she missed Solah. Tien missed her with all her heart and soul. Parts of her felt so strained and frayed without her Bonded beside her. This type of absence wasn’t fair, wasn’t right, and even though she was endlessly fond of Solah this wide raging river between them made her mad more than fond.
Anger like that was never cons
That's It?Twin’s Night couldn’t last forever, and it seemed as though that the Eternals had just come to Entity when the festivities were ending. Mercutio and Cian spent a great deal of their time with Kester and Damien. They seemed like genuinely good people, even if Damien had a hard time accepting that fact. As the festival was ending the two Eternals were beginning to fee as though they were over-staying their welcome. Not that they thought that the people of this town would run them out, but the gentle air of the town was waning, and they knew that they would stick out more with the holiday drawing to a close.
“You never taught me your trick,” Damien frowned as he led the two out of town.
“It would be very difficult to teach you,” Mercutio said with a little smile.
“I can learn fast,” Damien argued, crimson eyes glaring up at him.
“I never said you couldn’t learn,” even though Mercutio got the f
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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