“But seriously: if everything’s a threat here, if the ability is limited, if the end result matters… why not try to deconstruct the whole building? It’s already falling apart. Let the weight of all that concrete do the work. Could you just use your sight like a stud-finder and dissolve support structures? Or sections of […]
021. an exercise in walking through walls
The sky was open and calm, the night clear and star-bright, moonless. The squad was circled up and asleep within a natural defilade, surrounded on three sides by a sandstone canyon. Its mouth emptied to the east, wide enough for three vehicles to pass but currently it was occupied by two boys, their CO, and […]
020. deadfall [NSFW]
Eoran was right: Kasse shouldn’t just go around saying shit he didn’t know the meaning of.
019. agrise // aiger [NSFW]
Eoran slid his leg up that phantom boy’s side searching for leverage in that cramped casket of coition they wallowed in, put his hand back on the ghost’s hip to hold him there, by the force of his need, to exhume every single inch of worthlessness from that scaffoldbone skeleton that was so skilled at retention, to bleach his ivory, to lick his
wounds like he licked his neck.
018. all gave out [NSFW]
Fuck, Kasse
Is this ravenous?
016. send more candy??
05-21-2122
Sejan:
Heard you got your transfer—congratulations! How’s training treating you? Have they told you what MOS they’re assigning you?
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.