#ofharbingers

[breathingmild]

Can you feel it overloading?

The sun shined through the leaves overhead and spattered light onto Laney's skin.  The shadows left patches, much like Todd's own, and he knitted his brows.  Todd thought, I don't know why you like hanging out with a freak like me.  Fingers in the lush grass, he sat up and glanced at Laney. Before Laney could react, Todd reached over his torso.  He held his body over Laney's with ease.  The breeze swept Laney's curls across his forehead as he turned his head.  Did Laney's eyes flick to Todd's lips before meeting his own?  Laney's brows stayed level, as if he predicted this.  Todd glanced over pink lips.  If Laney pushed him away, or if Todd saw any reluctance, he'd stop now.  

He didn't.  Todd leaned closer to Laney and kissed him.  Todd's lips lingered for a few seconds, and he felt the heat of the spring sun on the back of his neck.  They skipped fifth period more often than not, and they always came to this tree.  Small with white peeling bark, Todd had carved into its base many times.  Sometimes Todd stood on his hands and showed off years of gymnastics skills.  Other times Laney moved his hands about as he spoke with a large grin.  

Today was different.  A short pause fell between them and Todd reacted.  Today he knocked on the boundaries of their friendship and watched them quake.  He pulled away from Laney and glanced between each of his brown eyes.  How did Laney see Todd—with his peculiar skin and glossy right eye?

[breathingmild]

ofharbingers 

so many plans

it’s a priority plan

[breathingmild]

ofharbingers

     A guard screamed out, and a murmur thundered through the crowd.  Bodies slammed into him, into his disoriented form, but he continued bolting through them.  He elbowed and kneed more than one stall of the packed market.   Having one eye fucked with your depth perception.        Heavy breaths muddled his lungs with gasps littering the air.  Too many people today.  No, it was the perfect amount to fall into the crowd.  I was too close to the walls, too close to the guards.  The Aurelius kingdom—city of gold and glamour —became less appealing with each frantic step.  The Everard Country may have been rather desolate, but at least I could steal an easy meal.        More yells followed Todd as he muscled his way out of the market, and the footfalls behind him doubled.  If he had a chance to cast a bit of magic, a simple illusory double, he could escape.  The two peaches in his satchel weighed him down.  The road split in two before him.  Damn, I haven’t had time to study this place enough.  He sprinted down one and  exhaled a word of thanks to whatever power was listening.   Ahead lay the city gates.        And apparently more guards.  He placed his hand over his right eye and focused.  “Distract them,” he strained out of weary lungs, “I don’t care how.”  The eye emblem on the scarf glowed and he flung his palm forward.  A wisp of glittery dust settled over the guards a few yards away and they jolted upright.  They dropped their halberds and writhed in their armor.   They wrestled to scratch their skin and fell onto the ground.        The woods ahead of them would provide the perfect cover.  Todd dashed into the dying leaves and bounded past a small group of peasants.  All their heads turned as he sprinted by, scarf flailing behind him, followed closely by guards.  He ducked around trees and dove into a large pile of leaves.  “Hide me!” he hissed.  His scarf wrapped around his body and blended somewhat with the ground.   A voice stirred the breathy silence (possibly a guard, though it didn’t sound winded as he’d expected) but he lay still.      Only a miracle would save his hide,                          and over two peaches, no less!

[slightlypyromantic-blog]

ofharbingers

    He dropped the hood from his head and exhaled. Small flames spewed from his lips and he smiled. Gerhardt hated trying to live alongside humans.   He might look similar to them, but he wasn’t.  He was a dragon, and he should feel proud because of that, right?    He licked his lips with his forked tongue and glanced over his shoulder.  Of course I’m not alone.  “What do you want?” he threw his arms down in front of him, “Want to  poke fun at the freak show again?”

[ghostlyxserenade]

The moon shines on the autumn sky. Growin´ cold the leaves all die. // +7

❝ It’s the full moon, isn’t it? ❞

visioncry, ofharbingers, kanika-devan-celeber, meekmatthew, barktobite, ofwiiiitchisms, sadisticharm

[breathingmild]

"We’re a lot more fragile than we’d like to believe."

DA: Inquisition sentence starters | accepting

     The words broke the film of silence between them and the beeping monitors.  Hands laid idle in Todd’s lap and he exhaled.  Bandages covered his right eye.  He rubbed his thumb over the callouses on his hands and tried to figure out where it went wrong.  Laney doesn’t know, Todd thought, about how bad it is—how bad it could have been.  For once, he doesn’t want to be gentle with Laney either.  Pretending wasn’t made for dreamers after their dreams shattered.     “I can’t go back,” Todd stated clearly, staring at the wall opposite him.  That stupid pain chart haphazardly hung from the wall and Todd was a ten.  Nothing could hurt more than losing everything you wanted for yourself, right?  When Laney didn’t respond right away, Todd curled his fingers into fists.  “Don’t you get it?” he whispered, “They tell me I’m lucky to have gotten off so easy.  They tell me it could have been worse, but…  They don’t get it!”  He grew louder and the pain bubbling in his chest seeped into his words.  “I can’t go back to the one thing I cared about.  My gymnastics career… is over.”

[blindednephilim-a]

++ ncthuman & ofharbingers

    “Why would governments pay to put spikes under a bridge?       Who cares if people sleep there? Why not spend the       money on making a better place for people to sleep?”

[ghostedneon]

Delaney Rae Sattefield for ofharbingers