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Sejan:
Heard you got your transfer—congratulations! How’s training treating you? Have they told you what MOS they’re assigning you?
016. send more candy??
015. returns instead of ruin
After what went down in Biko, the entire unit received a commendation. The chow hall had been transformed into a place more formal overnight—the usual set up was shoved back and closer together to make room for a small, hastily constructed stage and podium and the long room was lined in narrow tables hosting a bevy of buffet items. The colonel overseeing the brigade saw fit to make that award ceremony a spectacle, so impressed by the wherewithal of the units involved in the siege. This meant PFCs Sejan and Toriet were delayed in their new assignment for another week—healing had been slow for the man in charge of leading their small team those three weeks ago, and their superior officer insisted that all men involved (and not lost) be present.
014. intimo
“I think it’s really sweet that you did this,” Eoran said, soft eyes surreptitious in a sidelong glance, so easily captured by that creature who held his fondness.
013. aiarato mish’yanatoro [NSFW]
I want to be yours
his body betrayed,
even when his
mouth asked:
“Are you mine?”
012. vauqueline [NSFW]
every time i feel your eyes on me, my whole world fucking spins.
011. corrasion
The two PFCs were scheduled to depart the larger base in two weeks. Outside of basic drills and daily checkups at the hospital to make sure the perforations they’d suffered weren’t growing into a far reaching mind-control piloted by foreign shards of bone, the boys had been permitted a large amount of leisure time. Kasse felt particularly at home exploring disused buildings, break-and-enter autonomy something he’d been missing in the rigid structure of military life.
010. caught by the mouth
It had been three days.
009. seen
“Sejan, what the fuck are you doing?” He asked, calm amid his resuscitation despite the palpitation of his body’s interior.
008. a wild dog brought up ’round humans
Across the room, the last bloodwright standing was the very picture of her father’s rage but so much quicker, long distance devastating. She was no longer a girl, no longer Riki, replaced by a snarling feral shriek of grief when she laid another cluster of darts so locust plague thick across her sightline that nine of them struck true, no less than five shredding through her target’s thigh. They found bone to attach themselves to, crude projectiles transformed into living barnacles in lapsed time, calcifying tongues flaying muscle from femur, digging into hairline fractures till they could taste the marrow of the sergeant’s bones.
007. this
A flash of dying light caught the corner of Eoran’s eye like an albino glimmer cutting fractions from the molecularity of their shared air. The boy’s head snapped sideways, but it had always been too late. A man flew into the room from the stairwell, hair a tear of night against the forever fraying day, […]