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 […]
054. ruin
Hands clasped between his knees on Brint’s desk all askew, not entirely unlike a far happier time, Kasse simply observed, thumbs stroking nervously over his knuckles at a ten mile a minute clip. That shit worked fast. Brint receded like a tide drawn by a multicolor moon looming engorged upon the concave bend of some […]
053. glow
Brint lingered near his office window, watching the way the light clung to the curves of a gold plaque propped on a stand, the way the sun filled the etched letters of ‘accomplishment’ and ‘teamwork’ and outstanding’ and ‘deadly’. He’d seen this plaque so many times before this very moment; he’d stood at this window, […]
052. hangman’s morse [NSFW]
“You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you.” “I’m pretty proud of myself,” Kasse replied, all rough throat, clarion mind. When he grabbed his lover with his guillotine hands all tangled in his rope burn hair—when he clipped his cables, bonecrushed, rushtoothed in his wingless adrenaline hush, he was clear, he was quartz. What had […]
051. fatal [NSFW]
“Will you be good for me?” Kasse hummed, knotted fist turned gentle stroke, fingers drifting in worship through that penitent’s touseled locks. given his compass’ penchant for the task at hand, it seemed a waste not to let him control the pace. besides: this was predparatory. Will I be good for you? Kasse, how can […]
050. growl [NSFW]
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 […]
049. tangle [NSFW]
“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 […]
048. solfege [NSFW]
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 […]