In the throes of conflict, Kasse was notorious. He was known to lose track of his strength with an eye trained only on objectives, to raze all things when he had his sight dead set on his wounded chase. Knee like a barricade between Eoran’s twisting legs, the ghost was a conqueror: he had one […]

“Yeah, man,” Kasse Sejan said cooly, smirking when he foisted over a cigarette. He was leaning into the counter of Losi’s armory desk to chat with the attendant whose nametape read BERGEN. In his time back on base, that wily boy had accumulated two or three cartons worth of various flip-top packs in welcome home […]

Eoran knows this moment is more significant than any other because of all the things the pair constantly talk about, the future in any peaceful context is rarely one of them. They are of different mindsets and it carries over into bickering that sometimes grow into arguments about where they’re going. When Eoran talks to […]

“I’ll cut this moment into your hide so you can’t escape my marauder memory,” the ghost so well-caught huffs between their collisions, impetuous and reckless in his seething pit of serpentine threats. Something broke in that feral boy when he felt his lover’s knuckles crack across his cheekbone and now he is a writhing howl […]

There is a box where Eoran Toriet keeps his sentimental possessions, a carved rosewood thing lined in red velvet. It is a jewelry box that Kasse Sejan stole at the first open air market the boys came across after they’d been deployed into Ossa proper. Kasse values this box in much the same way that […]

“Fuck you,” he said softly, mouth to mouth. Resuscitation found his lips barely breathing despite their unanimous panting, cruelty a tremble in his control that deepening cry for fucking help. “Stay. Down.”

“Eo, just fuck me.”

“You said you’d make me come without touching me,” that dastardly boy teased into his lover’s ear, their pleasure in waves pressed quaking to the Bloodwright’s back, hands ever controlling their position. He pulled 18C’s head back playful by the hair, licked his neck like he could live off the salt of him, like he […]

Camp Losi stood tall on the edge of Ossa’s sprawling desert, and was not actually a camp but quite a large base made of the remnants of the city that used to stand there, Lositani, before its sign got the ‘tani’ blown off in a days-long exchange of hostile fire. It served mostly as a […]