Over the course of three or four weeks, Kasse and Eoran had gone from barely surviving to actually living a life. In his sheer boredom, that adjunct soldier so tuned to the frequencies of stone had carved out the inside of their temporary home. He’d rendered small repositories into the burrstone walls to hold embers, […]
039. thanatos [NSFW]
“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.”
038. his [NSFW]
“Eo, just fuck me.”
037. an ache and a scar
Eoran sat alongside the blaze of a rock-encircled fire, pitch eyes combing over the delicate and foxed pages of an old notebook he had found near the skeletons huddled by the darkness of the cavern’s exit. He stripped down to his skivvies long ago and made a mat from the assembled bits of his military […]
036. the avalanche
after a moment of silence, deepwater lungs upwelling, keeping Eoran’s holy trust closer to his heart than the beat that ran through it, Kasse stepped into the space in between.
035. the mineral scent of water
Their path meandered along a thick-thin-thick invisible slithering descent, serpentine and hollow and hidden beneath their viscid step. While Kasse remained on the surface with the man he refused to let suffer, his utility mind crawled on its belly in the serried depths, searching searching searching until at long last Kasse fell […]
034. burrstone and karst
In the night, the soldiers made good time, bundled up in the clothing left by the men Kasse had vaporised before the accident. They were about halfway to the red limestone that rose in the distance with the snarling grey trees the pair agreed would be their landing point. Another night of travel would have […]
033. Arsaiya’s cruel gift of survival
Every rock and divot on the path taunted the repurposed ‘09 Reva Peregrine MTVR. The suspension wheezed with every bump in the terrain as it limped through the open desert kicking up a sandstorm that consumed every landmark like locusts. Kasse was handcuffed to a post crudely welded to the tailgate, Eoran at his side. […]
032. iruvayon
Adrien’s lake blue eyes were muddy in the truck as he looked at the screen, tapped on Eoran’s face and waited as the phone’s AI tried to identify him in the thousands upon thousands of photos the whole ODA had managed to jam into that overworked piece of technology. When he’d found success, he tapped […]
031. photostream
“Don’t forget: print whatever information you find. Where they were being taken to, any details on where they were last seen, anything relevant, anything that may not be relevant—just anything that mentions them, okay?” Brint leaned out the truck window, hollering at his medical and intelligence sergeants as they were walking away from him. “Yeah, […]