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You, Me, Your Clone (New Intro?) "Anna?" Louis called from under the covers. "Is something wrong? Come back to bed." He pulled back the sheet she had tucked against him and patted the mattress. Anna stood by the window for a second longer looking down at the empty street below. Shadows crept around the orange glow of the street lights. She shivered and, finally, turned away. Louis watched her expectantly as she slipped back into the bed. He flicked the covers over her, pulling her to him until their noses touched. "You're cold." She tucked her face against his neck, soaking up his body heat. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Louis could feel her mumble something, her lips brushing over his skin. He sighed, prompting her to repeat herself. "I said I couldn't sleep."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"What else am I here for?" He laid her down on her ba
Soul Burn: Killing Qualms Come on, Amanda. You need to wash the blood off. Move your arms, splash some water onto yourself. You can do it.
Amanda stood frozen waist deep in a lake, cold water prickling her skin with goosebumps. Her teeth chattered behind her ice blue lips, little puffs of breath floating up from her mouth. Her robes around her body a smoky cloud of crimson. There had been an attack on the four friend's camp at dawn. Garrett, having taken watch high in a great pine, saw the assassins coming. With a yell he woke the others and snapped the first one's neck with his bare hands. The group of four defended each other until only one assassin was left standing. He lunged towards Garrett, grimacing and clenching a dagger in his hand. Garrett stood still, looked over at Amanda from the corner of his eye, and for the first time ever he hesitated. Amanda rushed in front of him to block the dagger, taking the blade in her shoulder down to he
Soul Burn: Advice (Conversations with Characters) "Come on, little lady, let's see what you can do!"
Amanda spun around just in time to catch the staff flying towards her. Logan stood a few feet away holding onto another staff, a grin lighting up his face. He wanted to spar. "Firstly," Amanda walked forward and poked the bottom of her staff into Logan's stomach. "That is an incorrect description of me. Secondly, what are you talking about?"
"Defense. You, being a healer, never get into the middle of a fight. You stay behind us, so that we can protect you, and you in turn can heal us. But let's say that Naz gets seriously injured, and me and Garrett for whatever reason aren't able to protect you while you heal Naz. I want to know if you can simultaneously heal, and defend yourself."
Amanda snorted. "And what about you? You have a weakness as well. You may be able to hold your own with brute strength, but you can't defend against magic."
"Fine. Fine. You make a good point. So, after I beat you up, you can hi
Dear Lover,Would you blow
kisses into my
Though it may
stop my pulse,
it will leave
in my heart.
SB: Girl Talk (Conversations With Characters) "What do you have against being a girl?"
Amanda jerked slightly, as if she were physically hit with the question. She had gone into the woods to hide away for a little while when Naz brushed up beside her. Naz had been silent until a moment ago, which was strange as she liked to talk almost as much as she breathed. Amanda had come to find Naz's silences as a precursor to either an avalanche or ambush of words.
"W-what do you mean? I am female." Amanda continued to look down at the book in her lap, as if she were still reading.
"Yes, you dress feminine, and you keep your hair long. But you aren't...girly. You never dress up, or wear makeup, or do something with your hair. You don't even talk to me like a normal girl would."
"I'm sorry. I never realized that you actually wanted me to talk to you."
"Oh please, like I never shut up. You just never respond."
Amanda sat silently, proving Naz's point without even meaning to. The w
goneyou are missing from me.
your being, like the ever-
present sun, is gone,
leaving my vitals to
Soul Burn: Rain (Conversations with Characters) Thick, grey clouds in the sky acted like a blanket. They smothered the sun, except for the occasional tears of lightning. You could feel the earth shake, as if it were grumbling at having to endure such a tongue-lashing. Amanda watched the storm from under the shelter of her tent, her bare, pink toes sticking out in the rain. It was an unusually cold and harsh autumn.
"What is it about storms that has you so transfixed?"
She turned her head, her gaze on the ground, to find another pair of feet sinking into the frost crisped grass and mud.
"You're looking at that sky as if it holds some secret the rest of us can't see."
Amanda slid herself towards the center of her tent, and Garrett bent down to join her. She watched the way he folded in on himself like paper along the creases. He looked at her steadily with his mismatched eyes.
"I would take the time to explain it to you," she smiled. "How it's a childhood thing; ask you not to judge me for it. But you alr
Irrational"Love is senseless, irrational. You can't just ask me why I love you."
"Oh, come on. Give me a couple reason why."
"There are a lot of things I could list, but you're not gonna like my answer."
"Just tell me."
"I like your humor. I like your facial features and body structure. I like your work ethic. I like that you respect me and treat me like your equal. Is that what you want to hear?"
"Is that the reason you love me?"
"They have nothing to do with love."
"But I do love you. Although I don't know why. My heart chose you, not me."
"Is that a problem?"
"Only when it comes to answering your question. I can't explain why you make me feel safe, or happy. I can't explain why I worry so much over your well being. I can't explain why I miss you when you're only a phone call or a twenty minute drive away. I can't explain why my body lights up when you hold me. It just happens. And it just happens that I love you."
Breath The reflection of two hollow eyes stares at me, like an accusation, so I lower my gaze.
With my line of sight directed downward, I can see my hands clamped onto the edge of the sink. My fingers have gone white from the pressure. I am hesitant of looking back up. In the green tinge of the mirror my chest is heaving. I am a fish out of water; I am getting air, but it seems that I am incapable of breathing it in. My shirt hangs low. Between my collar bones is a slight indentation the width of my thumb. My pulse throbs there, a combination of panic and the irregular beating in my chest. My chin quivers under my open mouth, my down-turned lips, crumbling in my effort not to cry. My face is pale, a bluish-white that darkens like bruises under my eyes. They are tired, tear filled. But I look into them; I do not like what I see.
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