» [Ven & Del] - Goodbye My Love

A crinkled letter, scrawled in slow, delicate writing that blurred towards the end of the page, unfurled in slender hands:

The first time we met, my love, we were but young saplings, wide-eyed and oblivious to our fate. We were night blooms, who smiled once the sun set and danced in the shadows. You carried your broadsword and I my bow; although, when we met, I thought it strange one so delicate and beautiful could wield a sword so large. But wield it you did, and slayed any foe in your path. You were the moon, banishing the dark and glittering with illusions.

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» [Milo & Pnaemir] - Hunt

"Does all human hair feel like this?" Nimble fingers combed through auburn hair, repeatedly brushing over the buzz cut sections on the side.

"Not all," Milo absently replied as he sat at a small desk, tinkering away on a small machine. A panscopic monocle covered his left eye and hummed quietly as he examined the machine this way and that. He’d likely get the repairs done sooner if Pnaemir wasn’t plucking at the straps to his monocle in order to play with his hair. But the machine was simple enough — a small toy for the children in the orphanage, or "small, pink fleshlings" as Pnaemir called them.

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» [Asch & Nera] - Cage for Two

Her voice reached him, through the thick haze which clung to him like tar. Darkness pressed in around him, cold and unrelenting, though his world and body itself burned, raw from screaming and thrashing. But he heard her — that voice clear as bells in his numb world, devoid of insanity.

"Open this door, Sir Rolandelsca, or step aside," she commanded, ice lacing her tone. he heard it though, faint and hidden as it was — the note of worry in her voice. Why? Why was it there? Had he done something? Couldn’t…. he couldn’t recall, his mind still reeling from the episode, his body still weighed down as he lay sprawled on the cold floor.

"I cannot, your Highness," Rol replied quietly, exhaustion weighing down his words but there was an unusual sharpness to it. "Please…. please leave, Princess. Asch wouldn’t—-"

"Ouvqum is inside, is he not? Then he can tell me himself — open the door."

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» [Asch] - Warmth (excerpt)

How he remained alive after so many broken promises, Asch would never know. Granted, each strike against him occurred due to pain and exhaustion — and now, delirium — so in his defense, he wasn’t truly to blame for his actions. Right?

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» Of Wolf and Red

Pale little legs, swinging back and forth, back and forth. Bare heels occasionally tapping his shin as those little legs swung, he absently kept on hand on her tiny little hip so the momentum of her kicks didn’t send her flying off his lap. Blazing curls tumbled, swaying this way and that as she alternated from staring wide-eyed at the sky then to the dizzying sight of the fatal drop from the cliff over which they perched. She kicked her legs out carelessly, as if feeling the rush of emptiness beneath her feet.

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» [Asch] - Corpses

If I claw my way to the core, will I find what I seek? Are the answers buried somewhere beneath flesh and bone, whisperings its secrets in the chambers of the heart? If I strip away the barriers, will everything be laid bare? Will the truth finally come to light?

I dig. I dig and dig and dig and claw and scratch and tear but nothing works. Bones block the path, blood blinds and stains, muscles weave over entryways. There’s nothing here. I can’t find it. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t but I search. Dig and dig and claw further, deeper. Beneath the skin, layer after layer.

But it’s not here.

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tags: tw: gore +
» [Asch] - Message of the Kill (excerpt)

Something thick weighs heavy in the darkness.

Something slick stains him.

Something soft lay beneath him, so fragile beneath his fingertips.

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» [Asch] - Lonely (excerpt)

Clarity seemed unreal, as if a thick dream he was slowly suffocating in.

How… pitiful. To be reduced to this.

Fingers curled, biting in the edge of the bed as Asch sat, shoulders slightly curved, and staring out the window at an inconspicuous spot on the balcony’s railing.  A chill coiled around his right wrist drove needles of pain into the bone; black chains, that always failed to reflect any light, wrapped around his wrist and shuddered an ice blue hue — his anchor.

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» [Hendell] - Morning again

Boiling.

Suffocating… or was it merely drowning? He couldn’t tell. But it was hot… so hot.

Sunlight flickered above, forced into a strange dance upon the water’s surface. The surface above him shimmered, the sunlight shaped so strangely — like large diamonds shuddering, fluidly exploding and merging with one another in an endless process. If only he could reach that surface, then perhaps he could escape the heat pressing upon him; he could never recall the water ever being this hot.

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» [Asch] - Stars

"Prince Ouvqum," a voice hailed from behind, soft in the night’s whispering silence and heavy with inquiry.

"Asch," corrected the orc without turning around. He remained with his face upturned to the night sky, golden gaze admiring the sight. A thick dark red coat, almost black in the night, draped loosely over his shoulders, his arms stuffed into his pockets instead of filling the coat’s sleeves which dangled at his side. "Need something, Scales?"

Asch didn’t need to look back to know a scowl tugged upon Nera’s lips as she glared a hole into the back of his head. But she gathered herself after a brief moment— ever the proper little princess — and the fire boring into the back of his skull receded. She knew he was smirking that damn same smirk that radiated arrogance and blatant disregard for polite formalities everyone else adhered to but gods be damned if she was going to give into his taunts. “What are you doing out there?” Caution, though a hint of curiosity, laced her voice.

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