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Soul Burn: Bruised Amanda paced back and forth beside the brick courtyard wall. Her chest heaved, her hair was torn from its usual ponytail, and her clothes were scuffed with dirt. She pressed a piece of cloth tightly against the cut below her eye, a faint trail of pink staining the rest of her cheek. Her face contorted in a sneer against the pain.
Amanda whirled around to face the shadow standing behind her. "I- No, I didn't mean-"
"I'm used to being addressed that way." He gave a small chuckle. "Although hearing it from you is new."
All these months after joining their company, Garrett's voice creaked out of his throat as if he were still unused to talking. But his presence no longer made her feel threatened. In fact, she enjoyed his quiet demeanor. "I apologize. I was angry and... well, talking to myself."
"Does that happen often?" Garrett inched forward, glancing at the b
Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body barely rustled the sheets, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
Soul Burn: Death Amanda sat surrounded by a tableful of councilmen and traveling ambassadors. The only familiar face in the crowd was Logan, simultaneously conducting this meeting while watching over her. Her black clothes matched the bruises under her eyes. She cradled her face against the palms of her hands, hair falling limp against her cheeks. She didn't want to deal with this right now; their arrogant words, their pitying looks cast down upon her, their plans on what to do with him. Him. Just the thought of his name made tears spring up behind her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them well over.
"Well, he may have been a hero, but he didn't exactly have a clean history."
"...can't believe their going to build a memorial in his name."
"Ah, he's just a corpse now. Dead bodies don't deserve much-"
Amanda slammed her fist against the tab
Soul Burn: Choked "What were you fools thinking? Protecting women! Hah!" Laughter rolled out of this bastard, his chest shook with it. "Women aren't worth anything. Certainly not your lives."
Amanda turned her head to view the damage he had inflicted on her teammates. Garrett and Logan sprawled out in the dirt on the floor of this cave. Both were covered in their own blood and barely hanging on to consciousness. Gods damn it! I've lost track of Naz. This was not a situation she wanted to be in; two friends on the brink of death, one missing, and she herself looking this murderer in the eye.
Please Naz, please be alright. I'm going to need your help. Amanda forced herself up off the ground, gritting her teeth. She was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Her muscles began to spasm, voicing their objection to her slow, labored movement. She barely had any strength left. But you have to do this. Y
Soul Burn: Observation Amanda stood in the shade cast by the northern wall the Academy’s emerald green courtyard, watching the younger students practice today’s lesson in physical attacks. She was stationed here not only to instruct and correct mistakes, but also to provide medical care. Just in case things got out of hand. Students were paired together based on their opposition in strengths; they differed in everything from physical size, aptitude, and personality.
“The goal of today’s lesson is for you to incapacitate your partner while inflicting a minimal amount of damage. You’ve trained alongside each other for years; you know their strengths and their weaknesses. Out think them, and take them down,” she paused, slowly sliding her worn brown leather gloves from her hands. “Go.”
Some students dived into their fights, others stood still and assessed their partners. Aman
Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
let me kiss you. hinata shouyou x reader
It has been two weeks since both [Name] and Hinata started dating.
And during those two weeks, they haven't done anything except holding hands or walking home together once Hinata's volleyball practice was over. They haven't kissed. They haven't went on dates. They haven't.. really done anything. And Hinata really wanted to change that. The only problem is that he was.. just too shy or nervous to do it.
As for [Name].. well, Hinata wasn't really so sure what was going on inside [Name]'s mind. But she hasn't made a move on him, either. Which was normal of her, because she was usually the type of person to go with the flow. Hinata was even the one who confessed to her, and she returned his feelings two days after.
"This is getting so frustrating..!" Hinata exclaimed, unaware of the volume of his voice.
"Onii-chan! Some people are trying to sleep!" Natsu, Hinata's younger sister, yelled back from the other room.
The boy's cheeks were flushed at the moment his sister scolded him. "Sorry!"
May I have this dance? | Edward Midford x Reader
have this dance?
[Name] Tompkins was most definitely not a big fan when it came to ballroom parties. Don't get me wrong, though! [Name] absolutely loved to socialize with people and have a small chat with them. Just.. not in a crowd full of people. However, when her dear friend, Elizabeth (or Lizzie, as she liked to call herself), had sent [Name] an invitation to a ballroom party — she had no choice to but to come. Elizabeth (or Lizzie), after all, was her one of her close friends.
"Ah! Lady Tompkins! You came!" the optimistic girl grinned as she came over to [Name], giving her a big hug. As soon as she let go of her, she gasps slightly as she covers her mouth with her hand. "My, you look absolutely ravishing today, Lady Tompkins! That dress does indeed compliment your beautiful features!"
"Oh, Lizzie," [Name] says, chuckling at her words. "you're making me blush. And look at you, dear. You look twice as more beautif
Cherry Chapstick FFM24The main issue with Jaime’s housing tract was that the architect was an idiot. He made all the houses reflect each other in an artsy attempt at showing how our lives mirror others. Jaime had lost track of the times he saw the middle-aged woman undressing for a bath.
Tonight, her twenty-two year old son sat in the kitchen, watching Jaime’s date. Jaime saw him out of the corner of his eye but didn’t look over, holding his date’s attention.
After many failures in the dating world, Jaime had learned that women love being listened to and find the strong and silent type attractive. At least for the first few dates. Afterwards, they got bored and left him, but this never disappointed him. He wasn’t looking for “the one”; he simply enjoyed talking to beautiful women.
He liked her. She told him about her day as a vet, but it wasn’t gross enough to make him vomit. It was subtle. She was a good storyteller.
He glanced over at the son. He wore the sa
rainbow beestingsElbow-deep in stardust, you spatter rainbow swirls over my vision and paint me with images of hope and beauty... But weak minds make weaker tongues and I am incapable of speaking out. And so I stand, numb.
ReflectedHe called himself ugly, but I could never see it. I wanted to draw him even before I wanted to touch him. The shadows under his too-dark eyes. The line of his too-wide mouth. The light across his too-fine cheekbones. He wanted to be ruggedly handsome, pale-eyed, light-haired, everything that he was not. He couldn’t see how the intensity of those eyes made glancing away impossible. How his mouth made you think about kissing him. How his cheekbones made his face just a touch unusual, so looking at him never got old.
Ugly he said, but really he was devastating.
Every morning he stood before the bathroom mirror and tried to find reasons. She left him because his ribs showed, because one front tooth slightly overlapped the other, because a nick of a scar parted his left eyebrow. I touched each imperfection and explained how they made him one of a kind, unlike any man I had ever met. I quieted his protests with kisses and gentle hands. And when he left my side unconvinced, diving deep
Pretty little cutter. .:Dave x Reader:.
"[Name], It is very triggering when you do not eat the food Karkat got you. He wanted to get you something you would like to eat. Tell me, Why aren't you eating?" Kankri sighed, Sitting down in front of [Name]. "Oh... I-I'm not hungry." Lies, Lies, Lies. "Oh, Alright. I'll save it for you." Kankri leaned over, Kissing her forehead. Kankri was like her big brother, He knew everything about her- Well, Not everything.
"T-Thanks, Kankri. Tell Karkat I said hey." She faked smiled, Trying to hide her pain.
"Anytime, [Name]. Anyway, Everyone is waiting outside for you. Go put on your bathing suit. You can't say no this time." He chuckled, Not realizing how pale [Name]'s face had turned. Going silent as Kankri walked out of the back door, [Name] began to panic.
Truth is, The reason [Name] didn't want to swim each time Kankri asked was because... She hadn't eaten a real meal in over five months. Cuts covered her thighs, Arms, Hips, You name it.
SolarisFigment of unreal imaginations, creature of the Sun warms my skin as I curl into a cocoon and bask in her light.
OblivionI was left standing at the foot of Reilly’s bed after Will left. He’d let me in to see him but it felt like he was just giving me a chance to say goodbye. Reilly was breathing, just, and as I walked to his side I could pick out dark blood splattered on the floor with heavy streaks where Will had tried to clean it. A few hours ago it would have made me sick but now I just felt despondent. The man in front of me had saved my life and I had never had the chance to pay back the favour. Will had told me he’d been bleeding internally and his heart had stopped. They’d had to restart it and in the process Will had cracked two of Reilly’s ribs.
But I couldn’t see his injuries; Will had wrapped him in thick blankets, ones we had rolled up in during the winter, to try and keep him warm. He’d lost so much blood and he was so pale that he looked half dead already. I pulled up a chair and sat next to his head, brushing away lose strands of hair from his fore
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
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