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For My Moonbeam“You? A guardian?” His laughter at the suggestion was more than contemptuous. It was superior, as if he could not begin to fathom just how it was possible that she had even come up with the very idea. “Good joke, Teth. And by good I mean shitty to a degree that isn't even remotely fathomable. Tell me honest, were you drinking before...”
“Stick it, Kyth,” Tethys snarled, pulling away from him, throwing back the sheets and twisting out of his reach. The floor of the respiteblock was chilly as her feet touched it, but not so cold as to bother her. Not really. Temperature, she had long since learned, was a matter of perception, and when she compared the temperature of the floor here to how cold she now realized it had been in Oarfoam, the deepsea city she had grown up in so many sweeps ago, she wanted to laugh at herself.
“I'm serious here, Tethys,” Kythal continued, clearly following her with hungry eyes as she stood up and strode away from
Running AwayIt had taken all of her life up until this point to figure out just what to do with her life, and it was almost laughable. The one thing she had sworn to herself was that she'd never be what Alternia had made her. What her choices had made her. Never someone who hurt others for her own ends. Never someone caught up with stories of the past and memories of a life she'd never lived. Those were the things she had promised herself when she had been shocked into her memories during a schoolstem field trip to the Ristart faunaterria when she was only eight years old. That had been the day she had seen him, seen Tavros, by the gazelle enclosure, his own schoolstem class taking a trip that day as well. Vriska had seen him and known. Remembered was the truth of it, but it had taken another year to sort it all out and understand.
Looking back it was all too like some cosmic joke. She had spent two years on a journal to sort it all out. There had been so much to arrange—more than many of th
Eden's Chosen - Part Five
It was always something of a wonder to land at the Esthar Airstation. There was just something about strolling down the Ragnarok's ramp and watching the wonders of the hidden city unfold before him. One moment his vision was occupied by the standard and familiar sights and sounds of the cargo hold of the Rag, the next he had descended just enough to be treated to the sight of the large, translucent blue ring that circled the landing pad the Rag was assigned to, the ring radiating a soft blue light of its own that was so like what lit the rest of the city. Almost immediately the hum and low buzz of the sounds of the Ragnarok's systems running through post-flight checks faded into the faint, musical chimes that announced an arriving flight. By the time his feet touched true Esthari territory there was the standard welcoming party sweeping through the doors of the distant ring, looking almost like they were floating with how perfectly they strode, always keeping the hems of their traditio
Fighting the Current - Part 6
“She's in a better motherfucking place,” Gamzee offered, and there was nothing in Eridan that could begin to agree with the purpleblood's conclusion. A better place? Wasn't life supposed to be a better place? Wasn't being here, at the side of her Empress, a better place? No, there was nothing 'better' in a death like this. Nothing and there never would be either.
That didn't mean he could afford to stay there, staring at the coat he had draped over his lost guardian and hating Gamzee for his stupid platitude. There were things to be done, people to be helped, and nookstains who thought themselves so far outside of the law that they could do whatever they wanted. He had every intention of dedicating his life to proving them wrong. Maybe if he avenged his guardian, the Empress, this whole damn Empire, maybe that would put the victims in a better place. If not it would at least satisfy his need for vengeance.
No, he had to remind himself, his fist clenching so tightly that he
Being Un-MePain, he'd once heard, was a thing of flashing nerves and dancing neurons. A nerve stimulated in a way that indicates potential damage to the greater whole, sending a spark of electricity along a neural network of unimaginable complexity until it was all fed back into the processing center of the brain. There, pain was all just sparks, but somehow the body took that information in, interpreted it, and sent back a new set of sparks that told the body to react in a set way. Pain was nothing more than sparks dancing along the highways of the body, carrying information just like those sparks carried every other bit of input they found. Temperature, taste, scent, the ghosting brush of his matesprit's fingers across his arm in a way that made his body tremble. All of it just sparks and flashes of energy.
He'd been intrigued, of course, by the idea, but ultimately abandoned his research in that direction. It wasn't that there weren't some interesting things to be learned by studying the limit
Eden's Chosen - Part Four
“That better not be an order, Squall, because I'll have to say 'shove it' or 'go fuck yourself,' in fact, pick whichever offends you more. Take it and then find the nearest cliff to jump off of, Sir,” Nida snapped, half shocked by the bile in his voice, half frustrated that there wasn't more. Nothing, not even Squall's superior rank, could justify or qualify such an order. Who was he to ask something so personal?
“It is an order, and I'll ignore your inappropriate behavior if you start talking now.”
“Who the hell are you to ask me this?” he demanded, all but jumping to his feet. “Why the fuck should I tell you anything? Anything relevant to what's happening is in my file. You know I was his friend. You have reports covering my encounters with him during the war. I gave you details on his death. You have everything you need from me!”
“One last chance to cooperate, Nomura,” Squall said smoothly as he rose, his voice calm and inf
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