The outside felt strange on him. Kasse had grown accustomed to the dark. He’d grown pale, grey eyes widened to tarpit pools trapping dim filaments, errant fireflies, dying embers. His fever still ran him hot but Losi’s midnight shroud had all but evaporated the coldsweat chill from his skin, leaving him with a quake in […]
063. everything hurts
“Do you think the squad would cover for me if I met up with this girl?” Eoran watched the way the light was distorted through their drab curtains, the way a thin line broke the hemmed edge of the hung blanket and danced on a far wall like a tease. Hours ago the hallway was […]
062. a halo of disgrace
ophidian Today at 10:23 AM Hey Is this really Riki?
061. unstrung [NSFW]
“—i-i love you,” he whispered into his hazy kiss, heady and agonized and distracted and feral, already trembling from the too-much in eo’s slow take. he ached from the pressure pent and stuck in all that want, buckled to the shyest perusal, crumbled under such gentle assault. he tilted his head back, sharp angle jaw […]
060. all help, all harm [NSFW]
Kasse didn’t have the will to taunt him, didn’t have a goal to carve out of Eoran’s hide, a will to wrap his form around, no reason to force him to cave, to buckle, to bend. Maybe that’s why this quiet was different: he simply craved the connection, the reassurance of his lover’s presence in […]
59. room 503
An hour and a half later, Brint walked into the desolate lobby of that old apartment building. He approached Kasse and held out a key for him to take. “503. That’s on the fifth floor. Sorry for all the stairs, it was the only room available.” “No it’s okay,” Kasse said, rising slowly to take […]
058. between destruction and desertion
Eoran didn’t let them say goodbye. Not to the rest of their squad, not to anyone. The less everyone knew about what happened to the pair, the better. Abandonment was a serious crime in the eyes of the army—if by chance they were apprehended, they would have done their friends a great kindness by not […]
057. polygraph
Eoran, again, woke up alone. He rose in the darkness of the early morning and walked to the window on the back wall of him and his fellow soldiers’ apartment-barrack. Already half open, as the four of them long ago decided that they would leave it cracked to welcome in the briskness of Ossa’s overnight […]
056. veherion
There was a chill in the night. That’s why Brint shivered—it was the chill. The sky above them spread like royal midnight, lacquer thick and glistening in a moonglow sheen, an infinite sheet spread thin with milky clouds cresting in shapes unknown to man. Those intangible puffs moved in a somber laze, brief glimpses of […]
055. bloodsighted, bloodmouthed
Two days later, Brint was bent over his desk, back arched in a lazy slump while his eyes scanned the dense wording of a report compiled by his pair of intelligence sergeants. His fingers fanned across his forehead, dipping shallow into his sun-kissed brunet hair. Command was still intent on having their most efficient ODA […]