aвandon all нope, ye wнo enтer нere. It had not been a dream. Ducat was alive and breathing below the main deck of the Siren’s Song, across the gun deck from their quarters, resting their head on the silken pillows of Mirari Arossa’s bed. He was at rest already, tucked onto his pillow like a […]
The Road to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions, Pt. 1 Read Post »
Note: this was written by two, post by post, so the technical POV switches between characters every few sentences. Agent 01 figured Leander must only this day be allowed his own room, as the only clue to her that it belonged to him were a few pieces of carriable personal effects. Even the insignificant crew
The Crossroads of Destiny Read Post »
Leander stared at himself in the mirror, running his fingers over the intricate embroidery of his new vest. The way the golden thread spun over and over, wrapping him in flowers and cyan. He hadn’t expected much when he had given Mirari the money – he had been happy to do it, to have a
guy who can’t have a regular relationship with anything including clothes Read Post »
A part of 00 felt like he was deceiving them, really. He could see the subtleties in the way the party spoke, the small intricacies in their implications. That he had been under some sort of spell, brainwashed into his devotion to Trisphar. That their union was doomed. The poor underling to the great might
A Loose Collection of Thoughts And Feelings Resembling Personhood. Read Post »
00 found it difficult to put a name to the feelings he felt around his fellow changelings. Accomplices. Training partners. Trainees. For one, the fact that any feelings that occurred at all made it difficult. It was a discomfort that clawed through the numbness of their life, but they found space to enjoy it. Sitting
The Musings of The First Changeling Of The Janus Project Read Post »
Let Her Go. Stupid. He was so, so stupid. Useless. Short sighted. Childish, foolish, an imbecile to drag them all the way up north into the freezing hellscape before them. A paragon of stupidity and a waste of resources, and perhaps the origin of all things bad in this world. These were all thoughts and
An Unsanctioned Exploration of the Northlands – Part 2 Read Post »
Snakes in the Garden For nearly a century, Itza trained in the secluded hilltop fortress of the Atoye. Every day was spent following the same rote routine: waking up before the crack of dawn, pushing her body and mind to the limit, eating her meager share of tasteless rations, doing chores and keeping tidy, all
Twentieth Night: Part II Read Post »
Gemini Raw, screaming, and deep fuschia, a new elf was born on the 22nd night of May in the year 13,561 a mere twenty-eight seconds after their twin. The birthing room was crowded and the breeze from the humid late spring night was stifled by body heat from the small throng of disparate priests and
Twentieth Night: Part I Read Post »
(This piece made El sigh and go "this guy" so i think its pretty good.Al says these are ‘hallunications’ but idk that guy isn’t a doctor) Despite what might seem to be exceedingly obvious, Leander did not spend every second of the day at Mirari or Flynn’s side. In the depth of the night, when
00 hadn’t been this excited in…. Well. Ever. It was a strange feeling, one that they were attempting to quantify. It felt like they were prepared to vomit at all times, without any of the underlying feelings of dread. Strange. Strange indeed. They didn’t know what had pushed them to the excursion. The outside world
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