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The Mirror Sea (Part 2)James refused to look back even though his body yearned to see her face again.
He knew at this point that she, Eleanor was someone special to him like she was his lover. Eleanor. That name brought back flashes of emotions, mostly wonderful warm memorises. That's when he understood the relationship... But he could not yet realise why his mind blocked the visions that came with the feelings. Or why his heart dropped when he thinking about going back to her side.
He blinked and stopped just in time to duck as a unknown figure fell over his head.
James looked back as he stood back up, locking eyes with the fallen injured person.
"Need help?" James held out a hand to the shaken guy.
"No," He frowned at James and then spat on the ground. "I don't need help from you... Or from anyone."
James watched as he got up with one hand covering the massive bleeding wound, it wasn't a pretty sight.
"What happened?" He asked without thinking as he observed the guy's uniform.
The man snorted in disgust. "
Part 9 - The Last breathThe Last Breath
Thalia whined unhappily, wrapping her hands around her soaking body.
"For goodness sake how long does it take to get to your home?"
Gen smiled but looked slightly disappointed.
"This is my home," He whispered. "This is all I have for a home."
Thalia shook her head apologetic. This is your home?
She gazed at the faltering dusting buildings, searching for signs for life. She hadn't noticed how quiet the town was or how it was slowing groaning, hanging on to the last remains of the buildings.
Minutes of silent walking passed and the buildings seemed to grow up much elegantly. But even so, parts of the tall yet proud houses were missing.
"It's getting better," Gen muttered, either to himself or to Thalia. "It's got to."
After a while and after many awkward comments, Thalia peeked slightly at his face and was surprised that he had a massive grin on his face. That made her smile even though she had no idea why they were smiling.
"What's up, Gen?" Her voice softer than usual.
Part 8 - drowning.The familiar heavy clunks echoed through the village and as if the warning bells had been set off, people started retreating back to their house.
The neighbouring families glared and started shutting their windows, trying to force the children from peeping their heads through the curtain gap.
The local vicar shooed his few daily visitors out nervously, closing the door quickly as the last person rushed out.
A minute later, the village was still.
All you could hear was the distant clunks from afar and the so often click of doors locking...
But as the heavy sound reached Keith's bedroom he flung open the window and leaned out, hoping to see person that the noise belonged to.
He imagined a pirate with a two metal legs walking with scars down his face, reeking of alcohol.
He imagined a robot with red eyes scanning the area to catch crime from each village, town and city.
And he did this every time.
And every time did he somehow miss the mystery figure.
Ray was drown
Part 7The bridge (once whole) began to crumble. Even just Ray's heavy metal boots alone made the bridge wail with strain.
And the reason why the bridge came to be like this was mostly Gen's fault... According to Ray.
But Thalia knew that Ray's huge (brown) club couldn't have possibly swung without conflicting any kind of damage. Ray however turned a blind eye.
"You left without a word!" Ray slurred his words as he paused suddenly to talk to Gen.
His cry made Thalia noticed the agony in his speech but she wasn't sure if it was emotional or physical pain. After shortly debating, Thalia dropped the thought and flicked her hair back in irritation. She couldn't care less.
Thats when she had just about reached her limits. She had watched the fight for long enough and was annoyed at Gen for completely ignoring her.
That then made Thalia realise something else other than being cold. She probably looked hideous from rushing through bushes and sleeping on the floor!!
Part 6Click click click
Gen stopped, his arm quickly raised to stop Thalia from stepping forward.
"What is it?"
Thalia peered over his hand, looking for the problem.
"Ray," Gen snarled through his teeth, answering her and calling the figure ahead.
The figure made a sound of amusement and stepped forward into the moonlight, his arms outstretched as if to welcome them.
Click click . Clack.
His metal boots found the start of the bridge and began moving towards them as he spoke warmly or as he thought warmly. Thalia didn't think his entrance was at all that friendly.
"Gen did you think I would forget?"
Thalia gasped as he spoke, his voice sounding like rusty nails grinding together. Plus not only had his voice reminded her of rusting nails, his clothing didn't look at all clean and it also seemed like his favourite colour was brown.
"Forget what?" Gen placed one foot onto the bridge. A warning.
Thalia placed one foot behind. A Getaway.
"Don't act innocent; you know that you betr
Part 5Gen looked down, he knew something was wrong with Thalia but he just didn't know what her problem was.
Ah! Gen jumped in sudden realisation. He must have upset her by leaving her alone sleeping!
Damn, he thought and turned slowly to apologise.
"Are you okay?"
Gen smiled at her and she faced away quickly, scowling.
Gen frowned, what was the reason then?
"What's wrong with you?"
Thalia suddenly stopped.
"You... You weren't aware?"
Gen paused, he was getting more and more confused.
"Oh, never mind..."
Thalia peeked up at his face and gingerly grinned.
"Sorry, I thought- I thought you were errr..."
"Ahh! It doesn't matter! Forget I said anything!!"
Gen raised his eyebrows.
"Can't I ask about-"
Thalia grabbed his hand and gently pulled him forward, trying to distract him.
"Which way now, Gen?"
"Oh... Just ahead."
She just smiled at his puzzlement, she could always kiss him later anyway.
And after joyfully laughing, walking and sk
Part 4It was night when Thalia woke up. The stars were out, blinking at her blurry eyes.
She put her hand down to steady herself from falling, and realised she was sat on dry grass.
That wasn't right. The tree ahead glistened with raindrops and frost. She was awake... Right?
She jumped, lost in sudden thought and then turned around when her heart had restarted it's normal chant.
She smiled warmly when she saw him run towards her, his top three buttons swaying undone in motion. She nodded her head as she sat admiring him; she loved how he was fit and how he was all hers.
"You're awake... Thank goodness, I was worried and-"
Gen sat down next to her and continued talking as she slowly linked his hand, moving closer and closer at every sentence.
Two minutes later she was so close that she could almost kiss him. Thalia paused and waited for him to stop worrying about her. She wanted him but he just wouldn't stop talking about her. Yes yes, Thalia thought.
His sweet angel voice rung though her head trying to awaken her from dreaming.
Only it didn't help. Him calling her name over and over softly made Thalia drift deeper into a place she didn't know without a care in the world.
Just let him keep calling me. She smiled at her selfishness and let the wave go over her.
And the dream began.
"Thalia!" He tapped her forehead.
A thunderstorm began.
"Thalia! Thalia!" He gently shuck her.
The sea crashed about, breaking rocks near by.
Thalia was rowing, the sea bouncing up and down. Each rocking moment water leaked in, soaking her already cold feet. The lightning flashed showing terror on her face.
Yet on the other side of the boat slept a man. His face calm and peaceful. An angel. Her angel. Only he couldn't be. Her angel wouldn't let her suffer while he sat there asleep, dreaming of flying and goodness knows what.
She wanted him to wake up, to see her trembling and take pity. But he just wouldn't wake up. The
Part 2He led her towards what looked like the most hectic part of the forest. After going ahead a while, he beckoned her forwards and together they walked quite literally into a bush. Only seconds later when she had recovered from attacking leaves, saw that they had made it on to what seemed to be a footpath.
She blinked, no more exploring through the unknown?
She gazed at him, hoping she looked even the slightest bit attractive with the wild mess she had as hair.
He returned her hopeful gaze with a laugh.
Sexy, he mouthed.
She winked back and posed with her back against a tree.
"Where to now?"
She spoke softly as she battered her eyelashes at him, almost ruining it with giggling.
"Through there, gorgeous"
She glanced at where he was pointing and frowned.
All she saw was more trees.
attack on titan: nerd!marco x reader FIC
Her reputation amongst the students compromised of nothing but good things - honesty, kindness, ability to bring a smile to just about anyone's face. (Name) was all manner of resilient and friendly and beautiful. Her smaller frame and sweet outer appearance aside, she was smart as well. To Marco, the fear and stress of having to confront (Name) with his feelings seemed like a distant worry. He had never been forced to think, nor talk about, the fact he had been infatuated with her since the beginning of their high school career. (Name) was the most enticing person he had ever met - hell, even Jean liked getting a rise out of Marco by always bringing up "that babe in History". Why
wouldshould anyone as pretty as her think of dating someone like Marco? He was sweet, incredibly clever, and he recognized these positive attributes about himself - he was all for 'not judging a book by it's cover'.. but this was different. This was (Name). She was flawle
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Sweet Lullaby [ErenxReader]
You would aways take the blame for things the others did just to clean. Of course, you werent much as a clean freak as Levi was but cleaning rooms or doing the laundry just helped to relax your mind while alone and lost in your thoughts. Also, it was a great oppertunity to do what you did best alone. You sang. It was always the same tune, same song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ0VnLwBwNE)
Your mother used to sing it to you when you went to sleep while platting your (H/C) hair. But, now that she was gone, you would sing it either while you where upset, angry, sleepy or cleaning.
All alone again,I find myself astray,In the middle of a journey
Only my heart, Wandered about,When the rest of my body remained still.
Your hair in a messy bun with hair picked out form the sides, you began to sing the sweet song with your angelic voice while washing people's uniforms that where stained
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
I Will Follow You Into The Dark Nico x ReaderI Will Follow You Into The Dark.
Death Cab For Cutie
Nico di Angelo x Reader
Love of mine, someday you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark
Nico and (y/n). (Y/n) and Nico. That’s how it always was. There friendship was different. For it did not blossom into what it was meant to till the very end.
It had happened at Camp Half-Blood in the woods. At the hands of a monster
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
Nico didn’t see what happened. He only heard the blood curling scream and the picture that followed it.
The two were fighting monsters for fun, but at some point they got separated, neither had truly noticed.
The scream brought Nico out of his bubble. He killed the monster in front of him and ran towards her.
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they are both satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs
When Nico saw you, he ran f
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
A New Star's CeremonyFallenstar slowly padded to the top of the Moss Rock, reciting the words in his head that he needed to say. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey..." this part he had heard so often it would be hard to mess it up, "gather here beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting!"
Timidbreeze ushered out a well-groomed Mosskit, Saplingkit and Kestrelkit. Mothkit tottered after them timidly. The first three kits bounced excitedly, they had turned six moons and they were supposed to be apprentices. Mothkit looked a bit scared about the whole endeavor, but Timidbreeze whispered something to him to help calm his nerves. Fallenstar was lucky to have Timidbreeze to tell him these things, he hadn't kept track of anyone's ages like a leader needed to.
He waited for the Clan to settle, some eyes staring at him angrily as if to say, 'what now?'--Fallenstar couldn't blame them. It was actually Timidbreeze's idea to do a ceremony, to kind of remind the Clan that they were still that--a Clan. The voices
Pokemon, Misty's Destiny With The Feather - Part 1(Current events are set in the Johto Regions of Pokemon, just mentioning this so I don't get yelled at by the hardcore Pokemon fans.)
Our story begins with Ash, Brock and Misty stopping off at the local Pokemon center, They decide to stop off and rest for the night after a long day of traveling through the Johto regions.
Misty: "Ah good to finally stop off at a pokemon center, my feet are tired and I need to get them out of these red trainers"
Misty came up with a little idea to annoy Ash,
Misty: "Hey Ash..... want to rub my feet, they are sore and tired? "
Ash looked at Misty in a worried type look and tried to come up with a quick plan to get out of it, thus he said
Ash: "No Misty -Yawn- I am tired I am going to bed NIGHT"
Ash ran off as quick as possible to his room, Misty stood there in a confused look thinking what just happened,
A Few Minutes Later
Misty walked to her room and she could not wait for her dirty red trainers to come flying off of her sexy feet.
Misty came up with
The Mirror Sea (Part 1)It was surprising. I mean I didn't expect to die.
The second later after I found myself as a soul surrounded by others that had reached their end, I realised something had happened to me.
You know when you die it's not at all what you think. It's a whole new world to explore.
But it's weird like that; nothing in this peculiar life seems to have its downside like previously.
At first it was a confusing puzzle winding in my mind. I had too many questions like everyone else had when they were reborn in this place. And this place… was beyond magic.
The huge shimmering golden corridors that I had appeared in looked like it never ended.
Look left – it never ended. Look right – more gold. Look forward – Same as before.
Look back and it's scary. Scary to think that it never ended.
I only say this now because back then I couldn't. It was like all I could do was see, my emotions weren't present at all. I was an empty robot with only one mission.
Left. Right. Forward. Back. Four
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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