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 Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:15 pm
He's laying on the grass, grown so high it hides him perfectly, and he can feel life all around him, shuddering through the wind and fields and dirt. He's not so little that he can't appreciate that, but he's little enough to still notice. The skies look painted on, and he lifts his hands, brushing away the clouds with his thumb to try and clear the canvas. It's pitch black, and the tiny little stars number by the thousands. Somebody once told him it's not like this, in the city. The only stars you can see are the brightest ones, the ones that you measure your life by. He can't remember who told him that, but it makes him so sad to know that there are people out there looking up at the sky and seeing only gray.
He sees all the colors, even in the black. The biggest stars are like tiny little balls of rainbows. He wants to dance on them, one day. He wants to live there. He wants to live in a world where he can sing and his voice makes the stars shine brighter.
He believes there's a world like that, somewhere.
He believes in everything.
A face blocks out the sky. It's dark; he can't see who it is, but he knows. An identical face bends over him on his other side. Twins, looking down at him with their identical smiles. He's been found - the game is over. Now he has to be the seeker. He starts counting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:15 pm
Naiad offered her heart and memories, emotions, flowed through her, into her. The ones from the tasks, shaping parts of her as she feels her heart sacrificed, so very slowly. So very slowly is each and every memory is ripped away from her body, her grey. She cries out as she becomes a stream of nothing but memories, wrapped up within a greater entity. Her heart seemingly finally part of something far greater than herself. Her body gone, only her heart remains, now one with this greater entity, she feels almost content as the memories consume her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:15 pm
Ixb pushed his way through the green. He obediently extracted his own heart. He even had a good moment to look at it. The blue fluttering core of his being. He could feel it thumping in his hand, like the heart he'd extracted. His brother's.
It was only right. A willing sacrifice. Ixb's sight dimmed, his feeling numbed and as he dissolved away he could feel it happening. And then he was nothing but shattered memories of a life he only remembered in pieces.
[Death]
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
If he had to be honest with himself, he knew he wasn't ready. He knew - even though he'd never seen them, never heard their voices, there were a million bright little wannabe stars out there in the real world that could crush him and his pathetic talent like a bug. And they would try. They would stomp on him as hard as they could with their tap shoes. They would try to burst his eardrums with their perfect pitch and heartfelt song. And he was supposed to just roll over and give in. He was supposed to be their stepping stone. The farm boy with no experience who thought he could make it in the big city. The barely acknowledgeable talent that had to be a part of their experience, or else who would they beat to become the best?
But he wasn't a stepping stone. He was too big to be a stepping stone. He was too stubborn. Too determined. He knew he could take every kick and tumble and pirouette thrown at him, and when they turned to look and see if he'd given up, he would just smile.
He didn't need to be the best. He just needed to be the last one standing.
--- stuffed that giant application form into the big envelope labeled Juilliard (had he spelled it right? He checked for the 16th time.) and started that long two mile jog to the post office.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
He was power and grace and sweat. She was curves and softness and seduction. The dance floor was filled with people but he'd already found her, and that was all that mattered tonight. His hands ran down her sides, and then took her by the hands, spinning her until she became a blur. A blur of woman, all blonde and red and black and just like every other -
Someone slapped him in the face. Right there, on the dark and pulsing dance floor. A thin little hand, shaking with grief and anger. He reached up to touch his stinging face before he even looked at her, and sucked in a breath through his teeth. The face was a blur, but a familiar one. It was harder to see her through the lines of makeup that ran down her face.
"You SAID you'd CALL." The overwhelming thrum of the bass stole her screaming words until they were barely audible. His scream was just as hard to hear.
"I say a lot of things, sugar."
"HOW COULD YOU?"
--- felt the string of regret, as if he'd slapped him in the heart just as she'd done in the face. Because he wasn't heartless. He never wanted to hurt anyone. Even if they were all a blur.
He turned his head without responding, to look for the girl he'd been dancing with, but she was already gone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
His face is a calm mask as Leon takes Cass away. He can't see her face, but he believes in his heart he's just broken her. That was the point, after all. To break her. To destroy her. He wishes he could get close enough to that statue of Marcus, and shatter it to pieces. He didn't even dislike Marcus. It was just collateral damage.
But he takes heart in knowing he got to be the one to tell Cass her husband is dead. And as soon as the two of them disappear, that mask on his face is removed, and his red eyes glitter with malicious delight. His lips curl up at the ends, and he feels like the Grinch, after ruining Christmas.
And it feels. So. Good.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
[Proud Memory 1]
It was done. Backing away from it she was grinning from ear to ear. The apron on her was covered with various ingredients, her hair in shambles and the kitchen half dusted with flour but in front of her it stood. 4 tiers of amazing savory goodness.
She'd finally made it all by herself and couldn't wait to try it. A cake filled with fleshy goodness and a dessert quality. Sure it was leaning to one side and oozing a bit, and maybe collapsing internally but it was all she had done to make it that way.
Beaming she cracked the muscles in her neck. She was done with admiration. The best sort of pride came with a full stomach after all.
She tackled it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
Today was the day! She was coming home, she was coming home, she was coming home! "Don't you wait at that train station all day now, boy, it ain't safe there, even for a strappin' lad like yerself." He paid no attention to his father, who didn't really sound that worried anyway. He put on his jacket, pushed his mothers hands away as she fussed with the lacings, and he was off in a run, slamming through that door with the crooked hinge that he knew was his own damn fault anyway.
And then he was free. Running through the field, his hands splayed out like wings as the wheat stalks whipped through his fingertips. He felt like he could fly. He felt like he WAS flying. He was soaring through the air, so fast the wind made his eyes tear up.
And she was coming home.
He burst through the second wheat field and his unlaced shoes slammed into the dirty unpaved road, until they tripped him and he felt skidding on his face. Somehow, it didn't even stop him. He just picked himself back up, dusted himself off, and tied his shoelaces. Then he was back to running, his lungs burning already, and his arms rubbed all over his face to try and clean all the dirt his fall left on it.
He was a mess by the time he'd reached the train station. And he was seven hours early.
The bench he sat on for a while couldn't hold him. He was up and running, making a path along the edge of the tracks. Four trains had come and gone that day, and he watched with excitement as each and every one of them unloaded. But he knew they weren't her train. She wasn't scheduled for these. Her train was still coming. Still on its way home.
The time finally came for her train, and it was late, of course. Someone had taken pity on him, and brought him a leg of chicken from their dinner. He ate ravenously, his eyes still burning with focus on the path of tracks. He almost choked on the bone when he saw the puff of smoke. It was coming, she was coming, this was it, she was finally here, she was home-
The screech of a halt made him hold his small, dirty hands up to cover his ears. The train unloaded, and he stood on top of the bench, staring at each and every face as they came out. There were some familiar ones - he waved frantically to his old schoolteacher when she exited the train, and ducked his head when he realized the man who lived two farms down was on the train and he was so creepy-
But no shock of silver. She wasn't on the train.
She wasn't here.
She wasn't home.
He stayed at the train station all night. Two more trains came and went, and she wasn't on either of them. He slept on the bench, and they kicked him out in the morning, telling him to go home.
But he couldn't go home. Not without her. She said she'd be there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
Minor Memory Creative
He sat on the tree branch carefully. He had to watch his balance or he could fall and it would hurt from this height. He had the sketch pad in one hand and a pencil in the other. He eyed the nest in the tree across from him then brought the pencil to the paper and started to sketch the mother bird sitting on her eggs.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:16 pm
Thin slices of black forest ham, covered in melted swiss. Aioli pickle slices. Slow roasted herb chicken pieces, covered with more melted swiss. Chipotle sauce. Sun dried tomatos. And one more slice of melted swiss. Topped with just enough mayo so that it sneaks out of the sides when he bites into it.
--- is in love.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
It's pitch dark and there's nothing to see, but he can hear and that's all that matters. He can feel, and that's all he wants. She's there with him, and that's the only thing worth his attention, anymore.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
((Side Blessing-Reproachful))
"What have you done?" The words were laced with venom, and **** backed up slowly away from the source of that voice, her mother, as well as her father who loomed behind and to her mothers side, an ominous presence, one that promised pain with her punishment.
"I am sorry. mother, I did not mean t--" She began, but when her father shifted, her words cut off and she took a hasty step back, wanting nothing more then to run but knowing that would just make it worse, knowing she certainly couldn't move faster then either of them at this age, when her body wasn't even full grown, just the gangling body of a clumsy pre-teen, lightly muscled from her time spent training, but not nearly strong enough.
In her hands was a bow, broken in half, one of her mothers first that she had ever crafted.
She knew that soon there was going to be hell to pay. She only hoped that this time she would be able to stifle her own screams. That was the only thing she felt bad about in this situation, that she likely would not be able to stop it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
"Ahem. Okay. So uhhh." --- started to sweat. "Petra" He looked up at her when he said her name, but then quickly looked back down at the napkin. "I love you." He rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "Well, duh I love you, why did I think that was somethin' I had to.." He sighed at his own stupidity and continued to read.
"A long time ago, when we were stupid kids, you took my hand. And you told me, ---, help. I don't even remember what you needed my help with, but I remember that moment. I looked up at you, and I saw so much in your eyes that I wanted to protect. I was like, I don't know - I know I was just some stupid kid with a complex but God, Pet, the moment I felt your hand in mine I knew I never wanted to let anything, or anyone, hurt you."
He looked up at her then, and his eyes crumpled in sadness. "And I failed."
There was a long, painful moment of silence, before he finally pulled himself away from her gaze, and turned his eyes back down to the paper.
"But, somehow, you love me even through all my failures. And I come to realize, you make me the kind of person I wanna be. So, if you don't mind, I'd really like to stay by your side for the rest of my life. I hope that with enough time, I can finally be the kind of guy you really deserve."
He crumbled up the napkin in one hand, and grinned. "I got a long way to go."
He turned back to Killzone, and the sun broke through the tree that shaded him, blinding him for a moment. He squinted his eyes, and then turned his head up to let the warm rays kiss his cheeks. He turned back to Petra, to return the kiss - pressing it on Petra's head. With his lips still there, he whispered softly as he slid a ring onto her finger.
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
His hand slipped off of A2's shoulder and held her hand again. Z8 was framed by the portal, and it made a beautiful sight to behold. All colors and light, surrounding her frame. "Now that's a sight to die for." He chuckled, though his voice broke in the middle. His hand, still attached to hers, slid around her back to pull her up against him.
"There's something.. something I wanna say, sunshine." He muttered. His voice was hard to hear. "Something important. It's just.. I know this is gonna sound stupid, but I think you'll understand."
He leaned down, and his helmet pressed against hers. "I can't remember what it is I really need to tell you before we go. I know I'm gonna regret it, if I can regret anything in there. But I just-"
He pulled away, and took a shaking breath. "Well, whatever it was, I'm sorry." He tilted his head up, and he felt a chill run through him. A good chill. A pause, and then - ".. Huh." He snorted. "Maybe that was it, after all."
His head tilted towards the portal. "Let's show 'em how it's done, sunshine."
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:17 pm
Memory 2/5 - Greater
She grinned at the way his eyes flickered, the grin, the raised brow, a whole new range of emotions she'd never had the chance to really see. It was almost enough to take her breath away, her handsome incubus. Then the grin faded a bit and she smiled, if she didn't smile she might cry and that would spoil everything. How could she ruin the moment by telling him the truth, she didn't deserve his trust. When push came to shove she always looked out for herself, she'd let him fall into an abyss and she'd saved herself. Time and time again she always saved herself and let others suffer the consequences. If HIS aunt came to attack him again at this moment...well...she liked to think she would throw herself in harms path...but she wasn't so sure that if HE told her to protect herself and leave...she might. Such cowardice no matter how clever or resilient she might appear in the end...she knew she was just a coward.
She smiled though and stood when he drew her up laughing at the minipet and re-arranging her dress. Keeping the facade was harder with HIM, but it was also far more important.
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