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original characters: guinevere heffing, masquerade
God, she was a mess. Give a girl anything, everything - then take her soul away. All they’d left her with was spite. Horrifying, raging anger, and selfishness, and grudges.
So the Lord had left her stranded. So her father was a monster. She would take everything this world had, she would be decadent and insatiable and mean. She’d pay them back, somehow.
original works: The Ace of Diamonds
My sisters have no regrets – they think this was a good thing. That this is a good thing.
I’m not so sure. How can something that’s so complicated be a good thing? How could all this pain be a good thing? Am I missing something? Sometimes people look at me like they think I do. If that’s true, I want to find out. I want to know. I want to understand why this could be a good thing. How something that tears the fabric of my reality and pulls me underwater like a tidal wave could ever be a good thing.
original works: Strings On Me
She didn’t know how to explain that everything always happened by accident. She never meant to get these powers. She never meant to become this powerful. She never meant to bring him back to life. She was just trying to save herself.
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His fingers slid over the waves beyond the mountain. The ocean. Now, that seemed like a good destination. That seemed like a sight. He could imagine that the combination of the waves of flower petals and the waves of seawater within such a short distance of each other was powerful to say the least. He understood why his grandfather had come here to paint. Even if he had never painted the valley.
Why hadn’t he?
His impatience for solving the mystery revigorated, he went downstairs for dinner at ten to six. He was nothing if not punctual.
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The Tamers nod and walk up to me. They're confident. They think I've just used up all of my powers in a last act of desperation. They know nothing. I smile peacefully.
The Tamers freeze.
I open my eyes. Through their green, my light has found a way to shine.
I take them in one by one. They look at me with mixed emotions in their eyes. Disgust, shock, anger. Awe, intoxication, hypnosis. I smile at them wordlessly and shake my head. The silence confuses them. But the sixteenth knows enough. His eyes widen just a little.
original works: Game Of Light And Dark
Even though there’s no emptiness this time, there’s a struggle, a fight, a war. I’m too full of things that don’t belong to me, in space that I could use for myself. I have to lose those things. I don’t want to go back to the way I was back then. Those were the darkest times of my life. A demon has taken everything from me once before – I’m not letting one take something from me again.
I’m not letting Cehennem take anything from me. I swear it.
original works: The Moon Woods
She should have been afraid of him - he should have terrified her. Here was a man with a sword, demanding that she stayed when she wanted to go. But she wasn’t scared of him at all.
Looking at him, alll she thought of was the moment his eyes first fell upon her. The shock, the vulnerability, the utter tenderness in them. She could never be afraid of that.
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Benten looks at her sisters. Her heart is screaming. She sees her sisters suffering, and she knows what it’s like. She knows it better than anyone. She has to watch Titus every day, never able to reach him. There is no comfort in watching him. There is nothing to settle the stormy sea inside her head. She just watches him, and she aches.
Benten looks up at the rocks above her. The light makes shadows dance around, and she watches them.
Dear Mercy, she thinks, help us.
