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Eden's Chosen - Part Six
There was a part of him that couldn't help but wonder just why he kept coming back here. The rational part of his mind would offer up the way the faint perfume of flowers would soothe him whenever he took a deep breath. It would point out the way that being surrounded by nature calmed him in a way he had never been able to put into words. The sentimental part of his mind favored sharing memories of a wonderful time living here before everything had started to go wrong with his life. His days with Daphne, playing catch the chocobo with Ariel every afternoon, and how nice it was when he had picnics with his mother on one of the beaches far out from the town. Yet it was the irrational part that had the problem with standing here on one of the hills overlooking the scenic little village. The irrational part of his mind that replayed his killing of a Zebalgan leader named Joshua who had tried to kill him, the turning away of Elijah for his betrayal, the secrets that were swept along daily i
Memory's BurdenSticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.
A pretty sentiment, filled with reassurance and intending to remind growing children that words have no power to them. Too bad the whole thing was wrong. Well, not the whole thing of course; it was quite true that sticks and stones had a definite potential to inflict physical damage, whether used toward that end or just by their very presence to someone's detriment. No, it was the part about words that was inherently faulty. The way the saying was crafted implied that words had no power. That they could not stay with you and cut as deeply as a well thrown stone, The problem was there were no salves to put on a bruised ego, no bandages for the poorly crafted and yet still cutting things that children would say to each other. Worse, the saying only served to encourage the intelligent bully. Sticks and stones will get you in trouble with the authority figures placed in charge of you. Words, though, those were discrete, cou
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
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