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Unintended 2
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Rider’s face remains blank even after Archer’s shameful declaration. For a second, the blonde wonders if his friend heard him. Then, Rider’s eyebrows rise in an expression of simple curiosity. He doesn’t even look surprised. Archer blushes stupidly before looking away. Did the big idiot know it would happen? Had he expected it? Somehow, it annoys ( Read more... ) -
Unintended
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you
It usually takes a lot to get a reaction from the expressionless priest. Even since he got the ability to feel, his face rarely betrays his emotions. But now, oh god, now, the expression on his face is priceless as he stares at the… thing that Archer ( Read more... ) -
Unnamed 2
He is in the middle of pulling up his pants when Rider calls his name. His hands freeze in the process of zipping his fly. Oh God, he used that tone of voice. Archer’s shoulders tense just a little bit, knowing a scolding is about to befall him. His brain tries to find something to delay the inevitable, but he knows it’s useless. Whenever Rider ( Read more... ) -
Unnamed
So if by the time the bar closes
and you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home tonight
The night air is slightly chilly, but he barely takes notice of it. He walks down the busy street, head up, looking at the brightly-lit names of all sorts of bars. It is almost three in the morning but with so many people around, it feels like the middle of the ( Read more... ) -
Wasteland - Chapter 1
He stares through the green-tinted lenses at the target walking down below. The + symbol embedded in the glass indicates that, should he press the trigger, the humanoid form would drop dead, shot through the heart. Yet he waits, breathing slow and even. Crouching on the roof of a crumbling building, he waits for the opportune moment.
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Can’t be put back together
can’t be put back together
The floor under him was hard and cold. He could barely move. His body hurt everywhere. A soft whimper escaped his bruised lips. His throat was dry. His left arm was twisted at a weird angle under his body. His fingers were numb, but he didn't know if it were because of the cold or because of the weight stopping the blood ( Read more... )