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Post by no mom its ironic on Mon Nov 17, 2014 12:27 am

OK IM ACTUALLY CONVINCED THE UNIVERSE IS AGAINST ME WRITING THINGS?

WELL TOO BAD UNIVERSE I AM GOING TO WRITE THIS FUCKING TFC CHAPTER WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR FUCKING NOT

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Post by no mom its ironic on Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:48 am

My sister prevented me from actually finishing the tfc chapter uuugh

and no work on myth au was accomplished

What the hell did I do universe

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Post by Death is... kinda hot on Mon Nov 17, 2014 1:59 pm

You did nothing, my dear. The universe is just a dick. I blame entropy for everything.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Mon Nov 17, 2014 9:26 pm

ENTROPYYYYYYYY

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Post by no mom its ironic on Mon Nov 17, 2014 11:00 pm

anyway rough update schedule for this week:

myth au should be going up sometime later today!

potentially star trek au chapter one too!

next will be tpnd chapter one

and myth au epilogue which im gonna warn yo uahead is full of TERRIBLE ANGST AHAHAAHAAAHAHH

im gonna make a nothing hurts au because no

wednesday/thursday (dependent on whether or not i post star trek au today or tomorrow) will be mm2

and after that, music metaphor!

yeh

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Post by no mom its ironic on Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:15 am

its D O N E
http://eldersshit.tumblr.com/post/102932645906

(password is legendofxia)

also i guess star trek au is probably coming out tomorrow welp

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Post by Andrew on Tue Nov 18, 2014 10:23 am

holy shit.

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Post by Death is... kinda hot on Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:58 am

Please tell me you're actually going to write the story oh my gosh I can't be wildly guessing like this

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Post by no mom its ironic on Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:46 pm

basically fus murder everyone and then eris showed up and finished it off by destroying e v e r y t h i n g

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Post by no mom its ironic on Wed Nov 19, 2014 1:14 am

Chapter One: The Repercussions of First Contact

Kaime blinked. They did not do this often, only when they were confused and at a loss for words. As they showed few expressions, the people around them had learned to read their rather muted body language. Ambassador Rhea Athess shifted in her chair, glancing around the room.

“Yes, Kaime?” she responded to the unspoken question.

“I do not understand the reasoning behind—” They were cut off abruptly by the Ambassador once again and detected a hint of impatience from the normally calm and collected woman.

“It’s Christmas, Kaime,” she said softly.

“Interrupting discussion at this point in time would be detrimental if we intend to progress any further,” Kaime pointed out. “There is no evident reason to—”

“Progress?” an admiral laughed harshly. “You refuse to let us mine on your planet, explore it, even, and you still haven’t let us touch that offshoot with a ten-foot pole.”

Rhea gave the admiral a meaningful glance, and he quieted. Kaime noted that the admiral was evidently frustrated; not a surprising thing. Humans had natural curiosity after all, and they simply did not like to accept ‘no’ as an answer. Eventually they would have to let them study the offshoot they’d somehow convinced them to bring along with them. For as long as they could, though, the unofficial ambassador of the ‘forest spirits’ (no proper name for the species had been created yet) would say, quite firmly, no.

Kaime sighed. “I have allowed you to scan said offshoot, Admiral, and that was lenient enough. Until it has grown further, I cannot allow you to come into contact with it or I shall risk its health.”

“We understand that, Kaime,” Rhea replied, her patience obviously wearing thin, “but that’s not the topic at hand. We are temporarily suspending meetings for two weeks, because of the holidays taking place within that period of time.” She gave Kaime a serious look. “There is no argument, Ambassador.”

The spirit nodded ever so slightly. Let the humans be humans. In any case, they had sensed Saivel steadily getting herself inebriated throughout the last few hours. “If that is all you had to inform me of, then I must depart.” They bowed slightly and left the room without any further conversation, and the others let them.

Once Kaime had found their way back to their room, they packed their few necessities into a bag. Well, ‘necessities’ was debatable, as the contents were several changes of clothes (and his PADD, which was not really necessary, but convenient). The spirit had no need for toiletries or any other personal effects. (And their need for clothes was debatable as well.)

However, they did put several hangover hypos into his baggage. They simply knew that they would need them. Then, satisfied with their provisions, Kaime headed off.

*~*~*~*

It was incredibly easy for Kaime to locate Saivel. After a few seconds of prodding around with their mind, their feet simply knew where to take them. Several passerby looked at them oddly as they walked through several suspect areas, looking out of place in their evidently expensive clothing. Kaime paid them no heed, subconsciously influencing the people in the area around them to leave them alone.

After walking for about five minutes, Kaime found themselves in front of a bar, which was no surprise. They opened the door and walked in, turning their head immediately to see Saivel, sitting on a bar stool. She was very drunk, cheeks flushed as she laughed at a joke the brunette man sitting next to her had made.

Swiftly, the spirit stepped up to her. Saivel, they reprimanded her. She jerked in her seat and swiveled around to face them.

“Yeah?” she asked blearily, the brunette looking with confusion from Saivel to Kaime. She blinked and then said, “Oh! Oh, this, this is, John, and,” she gestured towards Kaime, “Kaime.”

John narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at this new arrival. Kaime disregarded him, instead lightly gripping onto Saivel’s arm. “Saivel, we should return to your room,” they muttered, attempting to clear her mind somewhat.

She rolled her eyes, but allowed them to lead her out of the bar anyway. (Granted, she did leave with John’s number written on a scrap of paper in her pocket.) Eventually, her level of drunkenness proved too much for Kaime to support her simply by holding onto her hand, and she wound up being half-dragged along.

“This isn’t how you carry a lady,” Saivel remarked as Kaime attempted to hail a taxi. “You’re supposed to do… the, the, uh, the thing.” Failing to find the words, she instead conveyed an image towards Kaime.

“I will store that information until I come into contact with a lady,” Kaime deadpanned. Saivel grinned at them.

“That hurt, dude,” she said rather unconvincingly, as she was trying to hold back laughter. Kaime tolerated her antics as they practically carried her back to Starfleet Academy. It was a fairly long walk, but Saivel babbled ceaselessly throughout, earning her some odd looks from people. She and Kaime both paid them no attention, Kaime more focused on getting to their destination than anything else and Saivel too drunk to care.

“Why don’t you do that?” she asked at length. “Y’know, the whole, all the carrying stuff. That… thing.”

“Carrying you like that would be conducive to you sleeping,” Kaime grunted in response.

“What’s so bad ‘bout that?” Saivel muttered in an accusatory sort of tone.

“I need you awake if we intend to enter your room,” they said.

“Oh!” Saivel shot up at the mention of her room. “Kaime, we have… the gayest Christmas tree in existence, I swear to God.” She leaned back onto their shoulder, grinning madly at them.

“Is that so?”

“Hey. You’re being all condescending now. Not cool.” Saivel attempted to wag a finger at them, making a pouty sort of face.

Kaime let Saivel gather that they were exasperated by her behavior and spent the rest of the walk ignoring her interminable talk.

The two passed by several other people as they made their way to Saivel’s room, the location of which Kaime had to coax out of their companion with considerable effort. Some, knowing Saivel, gave Kaime pitying glances, which Saivel immediately picked up on and took mock offense to. Others simply gave them the same strange looks that passerby on the streets had.

Eventually the sound of feet against concrete was exchanged for the sound of feet against tiled hallways, and then finally they came to a stop in front of the door. Saivel fumbled for the key, at length unlocking it. Kaime practically dropped her on the nearest chair.

“V, I’m home!” Saivel yelled, draped across the chair (not unlike a discarded coat, Kaime thought to themselves with a hint of amusement.)

I caught that, asshole, was what followed immediately.

“What the hell, Vel?” someone replied to Saivel’s bellow. A girl appeared, mind clouded with drowsiness. Her hair was long and black, sporadically streaked with green, and there were bags under her grey eyes. “I was just about to go to fucking sleep, you dick,” she muttered, walking over to lightly slap Saivel. She turned and registered Kaime’s presence with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

They nodded slightly and began to introduce themselves. “I am Kaime—”

“They're my bestie, V. Second best bestie, ‘cause you’re my best bestie.” Saivel grinned. ‘V’ raised an eyebrow. “Kaime, Venia. Venia, Kaime.”

“Bestie, huh?” she said doubtfully, sitting down on the chair across from Saivel. “Not some guy you picked up at a bar?”

“Look at their threads, V, who are you kidding,” Saivel replied, pointing at Kaime’s shirt.

“Saivel and I have known each other since before she entered the Academy,” Kaime began, only to be interrupted by Saivel once again.

“But they never visit!” she exclaimed.

“I am preoccupied, Saivel,” Kaime pointed out.

“Yeah with your whatever the fuck meetings with my mom and all those admi—assmirals, that was what we called them.”

Kaime’s lips twitched ever so slightly upwards in the slightest hint of a smile. Saivel immediately straightened up, pointing at them. “You’re smiling! I made you smile! Success!”

“Wait—” Venia ignored Saivel’s outburst, furrowing her brow. “Saivel’s mom… is an ambassador.” She looked at Kaime oddly.

“Kaime’s an alien, dude. Who can read yo’ mind.” Saivel put her fingers to her temples and stared at Kaime. Saivel, they chastised her, and she stopped.

“I can detect hints of people’s emotions in the area around me,” Kaime corrected. “I have no wish to ‘read yo’ mind,’ though I am capable of such a feat.”

“Also we can totally communicate with our brains because of some weird science shit what went down when we met,” Saivel pointed out.

Venia looked over at Kaime for explanation.

“I overestimated the effort it would take to… glean information from Saivel’s mind.” Kaime chose their words carefully, monitoring Venia to detect any sort of negative reaction. She seemed a bit suspicious—damn. Spending so much times with humans had made them more like them. They so openly showed their feelings, and easily showed deceit.

“They were tryin’ to figure out how to talk ‘n’ shit,” Saivel said, waving her hand wildly in the air.

“…Saivel is correct.” Kaime closed their eyes. “As I had had no prior experience with a human mind, I accidentally created a… link, of sorts.”

“Basically it means I can plant images of dicks into his mind with some work. But ‘cause Kaime’s fucking unfair, they can do all sorts of crazy shiz, like, uh...” Saivel paused. “…things.”

Venia made an odd sort of face. “…Okay. Look, I’d love to hear more about this, but it’s like, eleven p.m., and even though we have vacation, I am really fucking tired. So, uh, where’s he sleeping?”

Kaime coughed to get the girl’s attention. “I do not need to sleep.” She frowned ever so slightly, but he sensed relief nevertheless.

“Well, that’s a relief,” the girl sighed, turning back to Saivel. “How drunk are you?”

Saivel scoffed. “Not that drunk. I’ve been speakin’ co… fuck. I’ve been speakin’ well, haven’t I?”

“You couldn’t say coherently.” The other girl shifted in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.

“Fuck coher… fuck that word, V.” Saivel yawned loudly. “Anyway you’re not the only one tired here.”

“Take a shower instead of just passing out. You smell like shit.” Venia rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Why are yawns contagious? Dammit, ‘Vel.” She stood with a groan and walked away from her company. Saivel grunted at her.

“You’re an ass, V,” she called out, but began to make her way to the shower anyway. “Kaime, make yourself… comfy or whatever. I dunno.” Saivel waved a hand dismissively and yawned again, then left the room. Kaime curled up on the chair she had previously been occupying until they were in a comfortable position, then retrieved their PADD from their baggage.

Saivel walked past them about half an hour later, mumbled ‘good night,’ then left again and (presumably) fell asleep.

Kaime put the hangover hypo on the table next to her so she’d see it when she woke up.

*~*~*~*

“My head,” Saivel announced, “feels like shit.” She sat at the table rather grumpily, holding her toast between two fingers and staring at it, as if she could solve her problems just by making it feel bad.

“The hangover hypo takes several minutes for the effects to start,” Kaime told her, back on their PADD again. Saivel grunted.

She laid her head on the table, placing her toast back on the plate. “Why can’t it take a shorter amount of time? Science!” Saivel shook her fist angrily and then just grumbled softly to herself, waiting for the hypo to take effect.

Venia rolled her eyes and sipped at her coffee. “This wouldn’t happen if you hadn’t gotten completely wasted yesterday.”

“Christmas is this week, Venia. Celebration is necessary. Drinking is how I celebrate.” Saivel stared plaintively up at her roommate, who just gave her an unimpressed sort of look.

“Such a pursuit is going to ultimately harm you,” Kaime chided, taking a seat beside Saivel. She turned her eyes to them and made a displeased sort of noise.

“You aren’t my doctor,” she muttered angrily.

Kaime shrugged. “I am a licensed medical practitioner.”

“You and your dumbass alien intelligence.” Saivel pouted and stared down at the table instead of the people around her. Suddenly, she straightened, and turned to Kaime again. “Holy shit. I forgot to show you our Christmas tree.”

Kaime blinked, just as Saivel rapidly stood up from her chair, slamming her hands on the table. “It is the gayest Christmas tree to ever grace the Earth with its presence,” she said with absolute certainty.

Venia choked on her coffee and took a minute to recover, while Saivel went into the other room and pulled out the Christmas tree from the box. Muffled curses were heard. As Venia wiped away coffee from around her mouth, Saivel stepped back into the kitchen.

“I need help to assemble this. Also the hangover hypo finally kicked in, thank god.” She grabbed a hairtie off of the clutter on the table and quickly pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. “Come on, you assholes.”

Kaime stood up first, as Venia was draining her cup and was not going to offer help until she was totally done. With a sigh, they placed their PADD on the table and walked into the other room after Saivel.

The spirit was greeted by the sight of a ridiculously bright rainbow Christmas tree, separated into several different sections. Saivel was already putting the base up, squinting at it to judge its stability. Kaime picked up what appeared to be the next piece and placed it on top of the base, spreading out the leaves somewhat evenly.

They were about halfway done when Venia finally walked into the room. She made an impressed face at their progress. “That is… more than I expected. Sure putting on the ornaments won’t be overdoing it?” She gestured towards the box of ornaments in the corner.

Saivel stuck her tongue out in response and continued putting the tree together. Kaime, being taller, was actually putting the pieces together, while she would flatten the leaves so it didn’t look weird (well, weirder than a rainbow Christmas tree already looked). Venia opened the box of decorations with a grunt and picked out the star from the confusing mass of ornaments.

“Here,” she said, handing the star to Kaime. They took it with a slight nod and gingerly placed it on top of the tree, carefully scrutinizing it to make sure it was secure. Once they were satisfied, they handed the cord to Saivel so she could plug it in. The star sputtered a little before glowing with a rainbow of color.

“Now the rest of the decorations!” Saivel exclaimed gleefully, digging through the box and pulling out decorations one by one. There were several garlands of tinsel in multiple colors; one rainbow again, the other purple, white, grey, and black (at this, Kaime smiled ever so slightly). Then there was a green-and-greyscale one and so many others that Kaime began to calculate exactly how much tinsel could fit on the Christmas tree for fear that the tinsel would take up too much space.

That’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as too much tinsel, interrupted their thoughts. They shoved the notion away and continued calculating.

Venia looked over at him. “Kaime? Can you hold some of this tinsel so I can start putting it on?”

“One moment—okay, it’ll fit… but you might not be able to fit on all of your other decorations.” Kaime took most of the tinsel from Venia’s arms, and the girl began putting it on the tree, walking around the almost painfully bright thing in a circle.

“Bullshit,” Saivel grunted, pulling out a long string of lights. Kaime noted that these had the same color scheme as the tinsel and was about to reach out to grab them when they realized their hands were already full. Quickly, they threw the tinsel over the tree in a fairly messy manner (Venia started a little, but quickly began neatening the garlands up).

The spirit easily picked up the lights, stringing them around the tree in a similar pattern to the tinsel. Once they had been plugged in, they began to play Christmas music. Kaime gave Saivel a resigned sort of look, to which she just grinned. Venia, meanwhile, was placing other miscellaneous ornaments on the rainbow branches.

She opened her arms wide, turning to the tree. “Well, Kaime? Whatcha think of our Christmas tree?”

“I believe your statement calling it the ‘gayest Christmas tree to ever grace the earth with its presence’ is… valid,” Kaime admitted. Saivel laughed.

“Merry Christmas, you big dumbass.” She wrapped her arms around them in a joyful hug. After standing stunned for a few moments, Kaime hugged her back.

“Merry Christmas, Saivel.”

know how i said arthur and aaron would be introduced?
halfway through i realized that wasnt gonna happen

next chapter?
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Post by no mom its ironic on Wed Nov 19, 2014 1:17 am

also if you think 'wait, mind link between saivel and kaime? pls explain'

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Post by no mom its ironic on Wed Nov 19, 2014 2:42 am

also here's the writing part of chapter fourteen so it, like

makes more sense

Chapter Fourteen

I stared at the apple for a few moments longer, thinking.

Quickly, I clenched my hand into a fist in one swift motion, crushing the apple in the process. Ha. Suddenly I was filled with an odd sense of fulfillment, of glee. I didn’t even try to keep myself from smiling.

My hands were turning gold, and as I looked at the back of my right one, I saw those words again. ‘To the most powerful.’

What do you do to get five from seven?

Subtract two.

Gradually, the ‘to’ began to fade out, until it was as if the word had never been there. ‘The most powerful’ was left behind, the real truth. That was better.

I stood from where I was seated on the bed and purposefully strode over to the canvas, filled now with a million symbols mixing together to form an odd sort of harmony, and perhaps I should have cared about it, but I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even look at the filled painting, then—instead I clawed at the thing, my nails scraping through the ‘choose,’ ripping through the word.

When my hand reached the lightning, Zeus’ lightning, the only thing that came to mind was rage. Even though it was pointless, I swung my fist at the symbol, proceeding to rip the rest of the canvas apart with renewed energy.

A ragged rip split the canvas in half after only a few seconds, and I pried the two pieces apart, widening the rip. Soon enough the words I knew were there were revealed—‘No choice,’ above a shining golden apple.

There was no choice, and there never was one. It was a double bluff, a trick behind a trick. Mother had planned all this out very well; very well indeed. The gods were lulled into a false sense of security and now, this was finally the time for me to strike. For me to crush their hopes and prove how useless they were, how futile their struggles were against the force of pure, unadulterated Discord.

Mother chuckled her approval from a place that was not there or anywhere, a place that existed beyond existence.

Now that the reality behind the canvas had been revealed, I whirled towards the door. Testing out my newfound power, I held out one hand towards it, and then willed it to break towards myself with a hand gesture.

It did so easily, like a knife through melted butter, and the two pieces clattered to the floor noisily. I stepped onto them and looked through the hallway. My first order of business was to dispose of my ‘friends.’ They would get in Mother’s way otherwise.

How to do the deed, though? I had a practically infinite number of tools at my disposal, but only one came to mind.

My hand was soon filled with flickering flame, burning harmlessly around the gold of my hand. Grinning, I walked forward, reaching my hand out and soon opening Dean’s door.

I opened it slowly, seeing Dean turn to face whoever was entering his room. He barely had the time to look surprised, and then shift his expression into concern, before I had started a fire. It flickered, wavered for a few uncertain moments, and then it settled, blazing brightly and filling his room with a light.

With a wave of my hand, it grew to nearly double the size.

Predictably, he yelped in surprise, eyes widening, but I expanded the flame until it filled the room. Soon he was engulfed in the blaze, and the momentary horror on his face did not affect me in any way, only widen my grin. The fire continued to grow until it was in the doorway, mere inches away from where I stood.

For a few moments I laughed to myself at the sight, but then I realized suddenly that someone was intending to attack me from behind. I took the time to roll my eyes before dealing with them—presumably another one of my ‘friends.’

Abruptly, I turned on my heel and came face to face with none other than Brad. He must have been alerted by Dean’s yell.

His eyes were black, so dark that they had no shine to them. Vaguely, I was aware of the fact that he was yelling something at me, but it barely registered, even though I could see his face contorted into anger, his mouth wide open and screaming. I stood there, completely still, as he ran towards me, waiting for the right moment. Fortunately, the demon was too blinded by rage to realize that something was up.

I extended my arm and caught him in the chest, hand still aflame. Momentarily the wind was knocked out of him; he made a choked sound as he stumbled backwards. His shirt was now aflame, and judging from the way he winced as he continued to move away from me, I had burned him considerably.

Eventually, his back hit the wall, and he slumped down, one leg still extended, the other bent. The demon supported himself with his right hand while his left moved towards his chest, despite the fact he knew quite well there was nothing he could do to stop the flame from spreading and destroying his vessel.

With a wicked grin, I snapped my fingers.

Within moments the fire had grown to such a size that it completely engulfed him. Brad did not even have the time to choke out a pained scream before he was too far gone for even the slightest glimmer of hope.

Two down, two to go. And in such a short time, even. Mother was proud of me; I knew this for a fact.

With that notion in my head, I turned and headed away from the flame. I knew exactly where to find my next target.

I walked quietly on the soft carpet, descending the stairs both quickly and without a single noise. Max was standing there, facing away from me. She tapped her foot nervously, glancing this way and that as if she were afraid something might come out and attack her. Funnily enough, that would not be an unfounded train of thought.

Perhaps that was why she turned when I was still some distance from her, just at the foot of the stairs. The kitsune bared her teeth, her white tail flicking with obvious anger. I smiled at her; no matter how powerful a kitsune was, none was a match for me.

In the blink of an eye, the girl was gone. In her place was a fox, with ruby-red eyes and blinding white fur. Nine tails floated serenely behind her, even as she bared her teeth at me. Still I kept my smile, confident in my abilities.

A plume of flame came for me. Fire? I barely managed to keep myself from laughing as I easily manipulated the fire. It bent around my arm and settled in between my hands, ready to manipulate.

Seeing that her first approach was useless, Max approached me, but I spread my hands apart, forming a wall of flame between me and her. This was a miscalculation.

The kitsune had nothing to fear from flame. She leapt at me, teeth clenching down on my arm, drawing spurts of golden blood. I let out a yell of pain, extinguishing the useless flame at once. Gripping onto her neck with my free hand, I dug my nails into her flesh, drawing blood as red as her eyes.

She loosened her grip on my arm, and I flung her at the wall, hearing a satisfying crack as the back of her head connected with it.

Quickly, I sealed the wounds. They were no issue at all; in fact, they only made the next part more satisfying. I held my open palm up to the wall before clenching my hand into a fist and punching straight through it.

Cracks were already spreading from the hole as I looked through. Elder, shocked, whirled around to face me, ears flattening against her head as she realized exactly what had occurred. Her theory had been right all along.

Ha.

As the wall shuddered and more pieces began to fall from it as a result of the breach, I took advantage of the fact, bringing the shards under my control. They floated around me, gently moving through the air.

There was an odd sort of distortion behind me, and then the comfortable, familiar presence of Mother. She placed her hand gently on my shoulder, communicating her satisfaction with what I had done so far.

Extending my hand, I formed a miniature tornado with the shards of stone, but Mother guided my hand toward a different pursuit quickly.

Forcefully, she slammed her palm into the ground, forming cracks immediately. Elder’s eyes widened as the ground began to shake, the cracks rapidly spreading in a spider web formation. Soon, they were climbing up the walls, rough-edged pieces breaking off and falling down.

Elder looked at me with pure terror in her eyes, but Mother and I only smiled as the cracks spread even further, and the ceiling began raining down upon us.

Good job, son, she said. Now let’s go home.

Then there was blackness.

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aand epilogue. damn. i wrote a lot today, actually.

Epilogue

I know what I am. I’m nothing but a weapon, nothing but a puppet, a tool for her to use. Nothing but a pawn, just a piece she played and—and she devastated her opponent, completely destroyed them, scattered their forces.

I don’t know how long it’s been, and I don’t want to know how long it’s been. Some part of me wants to pretend that it never happened at all. I think Mo—I think Eris realized that, and so she forced me to relive it.

She just shoved a computer at me with Word already opened. I looked at her weirdly.

“Type up your story, hon,” she said in that sickly sweet voice of hers. I hate her voice. It’s like a million voices in one, none of them quite fitting together, their echo oddly hollow. Eris’ voice sends chills down my spine.

After a little experimentation, I found that Word was literally the only thing I could open. There were two other documents open; the chatlogs I’ve pasted into this thing previously, and also…

…what you just saw.

I didn’t look at it. I think she must’ve forced me to write it when I was… under her control. I don’t remember most of it very clearly and I don’t want to, but the very thought of it makes me feel sick. Because the parts I remember clearly are the looks on their faces.

Guy’s was one of betrayal. He looked lost more than anything; confused, almost as if he wasn’t sure if it was dream or reality. I think remembering his face is the worst because he wasn’t angry or enraged; no, he was confused.

He was betrayed. By me.

God. God fucking dammit.

Luckily (ha! Luckily) Bloons’ face was mostly obscured by flame. But I remember a split second where his mouth was open in a silent scream, where his eyes were the deepest, darkest, black and yet I could see the pure terror in them. He looked human. Right before he died.

Some part of me says that it was just a vessel but something in me knows that it wasn’t just a vessel. I don’t know how I know or—if maybe I’m just crazy and beating myself up about… about it excessively.

Max was a fox at the time. I’m not sure if that made it any better though. Because I’m no master at reading fox expressions, but I saw her shock and fear because there was blood pouring out of her neck—red, red, blood, oh God, sickeningly red. Red like her eyes, her eyes terrified, her eyes afraid.

Sometimes I wake up from a nightmare and I feel like her blood’s on my hands. Again. Again.

And then…

There was Elder.

And she, she looked at me with shock, with surprise, her eyes wide with the realization of what was about to happen, of what was happening (gold eyes—gold like I was, gold like Mo—no, no, different, no part of her could be compared to Eris). Her mouth was open as if she were about to say something, plead for her life to be spared.

But then in the moment when the ceiling came down on us I saw her expression shift. She swallowed and looked me right in the eyes.

She was resigned to her fate. She accepted her death.

She had been right and because she was right she was going to die. And I think maybe kitsune and kumiho are supposed to be kind of immortal or some bullshit but—but like with Brad, I feel like… I did something.

And they’re gone.

Forever.

Because of me—no, because of her.

Fuck Eris.

At first she popped by rather frequently and made small talk and called me all these stupid pet names but I kept to myself and refused to talk to her. I think she got annoyed because of that. She said something about me being disrespectful and ungrateful, but I ignored her.

After that her visits became less frequent, which I was glad for, in all honesty. Something about her was just so wrong, so twisted.

And here she comes, the worst person—person? No, not a person—that I’ve ever known. Striding in the fucking room like she owns it.

Which she does, actually. I should file a complaint. This is the worst hospital room I’ve ever seen. Actually, is it a hospital room, for that matter?

What? What do you need this for? At least leave me the logs—not even the logs? Why? Do you have to take everything?

Please don’t.

What the hell are you getting from this? Are you enjoying my pain? Fuck you. You’re not getting this fucking laptop. And you’re not going to use me anymore. I’m not your damn puppet, you bitch.

I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way and then I won’t be your weapon, not anymore. You can’t control me if I’m dead.

Oh, apparently my job’s already done? Then why are you keeping me alive? You might as well just let me die. If I’m useless, then we’d both like that, hmm? Am I incorrect?

I said you’re not getting the laptop. I said no. I said no.

I SAID N

will we ever get a really definite ending for this? nah. i'll leave it fairly open-ended as to what happens next.

why? ...because i'm an asshole.

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Post by Death is... kinda hot on Wed Nov 19, 2014 12:28 pm

I'm not sure whether I should say thank-you or cry.

But way to go with the over-decorated Christmas tree! I'd love to see that tacky-ass thing in real life.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Wed Nov 19, 2014 9:26 pm

it probably falls over eventually and saivel and venia are like 'goodnight sweet prince' and kaime is like '...you guys are weird'

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BAHAHAHAHA

I can totally see them doing that oh my gosh.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Fri Nov 21, 2014 1:27 am

i wasnt happy with like the last half of what ive written of tpnd chapter one so far so uh yeah

heres some songs i associate with each au/listen to while writing them

jsyk i literally will listen to anything and everything, so uh yeah

tpnd: IAMX - Volatile Times
Bastille - Bad Blood

teen!lox: where saivel's involved, that swag alexander mix
if we're talking kaise then we're talking mr. sandman

music metaphor: more than the others, uh
the passing by edmund butt
icarus by bastille
noah gundersen - david

star trek au: Detektivbyrån - Life/Universe

mm2: *shrug*

tfc: Sabrepulse - A Girl I Know

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Chapter One: Ignorance is Bliss (Or So They Say)

“Saivel,” Venia said, looking straight into her roommate’s eyes. “You aren’t bringing him where I think you’re bringing him, are you?”

Saivel rolled her eyes. “I’m bringing him to Esther’s Café, V, not his territory.” Still, Venia twirled a strand of hair nervously around her finger.

“Hasn’t he been expanding recently, though?” The girl bit her lip as Saivel tugged on a grey sweatshirt.

“As far as the café? No way.” Saivel scoffed, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “Anyway, a glimpse of D—” she caught herself and swallowed, then continued. “His territory would teach our new neighbor something he probably needs to know.”

Venia looked doubtful. “Be careful, ‘Vel.” Saivel waved goodbye and rolled her eyes.

“When I’m dead, V!” she called back, then hurried to find Arthur.

*~*~*~*

“Why are you in Citadel, of all the places on Xia? It’s…” Saivel paused, eyes flickering towards the horizon and then back to Arthur beside her. “It’s a dangerous place, for you, being a policeman and all.”

She watched him carefully for his reaction, hiding her eyes with a quick swipe of her hand to clear her hair out of her face. Arthur paused, looking off into the distance with a thoughtful look on his face. For a few moments there was silence as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Saivel turned on her heel to face him, standing a few feet ahead.

“It’s my job,” Arthur said with a resigned sort of sigh. “I… I don’t particularly agree with the regulations, but…” He shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. “It’s my job and I… I don’t want to leave it, and anyway I can’t.”

“You can’t?” That was a new piece of information. They can’t leave the force? Saivel bit her lip. That… complicates things. How could she fault someone for something they had no choice in?

“Too many people left in the first few days. The governor made it considerably harder to leave, then. Almost impossible.” Arthur shook his head ruefully, looking over at Saivel. “I should’ve left with the others. Now I’ve been forced to move to Citadel. And… I’m guessing the rumors are true?”

Saivel laughed a harsh laugh. “Policemen aren’t too popular around here.” She turned around again and started walking. “Those that don’t respond to bribes… they end up hurt, or even dead if they’re unlucky.”

“I could’ve gone without that information,” Arthur remarked ruefully. He caught up with Saivel easily. “So where exactly are we heading, anyway?”

“Esther’s Café. V and I frequent the place. It’s… about ten minutes walking?” Darkblithe’s claim is fifteen minutes away in that direction, Saivel assured herself, ignoring the fact she was rounding up. There’s no way he’s expanded that far since we last went there; he’s not that daring.

Really there was no telling how daring Darkblithe would be. Even though he was outnumbered two to one, he knew perfectly well the extent of his power compared to Lucian and Chrono. And so he constantly edged out his claim. Not all could sense it, only those carefully attuned to the magic of Citadel. Lucian had gifted all his tenants with talismans to warn them when they were getting too close to Darkblithe’s territory.

As the two approached Esther’s café, Saivel’s talisman remained inert, which Saivel thanked God for. Venia’s concerns were evidently unfounded. She held open the door for Arthur with a smile, chatting about trivial topics like what breed of cat Kaime was (she doubted Arthur would accept ‘he’s kind of a powerful spirit’ as an answer).

Bells jingled softly as Arthur entered, commenting something about how guys were supposed to open the door for girls.

“Pssh, is your masculinity that fragile?” Saivel remarked in return, and he just laughed and waited for her to follow him in.

It took all of four seconds for Saivel to realize something was seriously wrong. First of all, there were supposed to be more talismans above the door, where the bells hung. Second of all, the reason there was no warmth from her talisman warning her of Darkblithe’s territory was that she did not have the talisman with her. Third, there was nobody else in the café, which was odd; it was very popular.

Finally, Darkblithe was standing approximately fifteen feet away from her, smiling (grimacing, more like) at the poor barista, Sarah.

No one had properly identified Darkblithe; all anyone knew was that he was some type of spirit, and he was definitely very, very dangerous. He was instantly recognizable by most anyone who lived in the Xyla borough of Citadel, as he tended to wear a black hoodie under which he hid jet black hair and devious hazel eyes. However, his main identifiable trait was not his clothing, but rather the two dull, black curved horns which curled in a circular sort of shape to the sides of his head, not dissimilar to a goat.

Some people said he was some form of demon, and Saivel was inclined to agree with them.

As if sensing her presence (and he likely did), Darkblithe turned to her with false surprise. “Saivel Athess.” A smirk flittered across his face. “What could you be doing here?” He stepped towards her, challenging Saivel to do something.

Shit shit shit. What had been intended to be a distracting outing where she would get to know Arthur better and appraise his threat had suddenly turned into a disastrous encounter where she was very, very threatened. “Darkblithe,” she hissed through her teeth. Did he know she didn’t have the talisman? She’d come in to the café—of course she didn’t have the talisman.

Arthur’s gaze flickered from Saivel to Darkblithe. Shit shit shit Athess. He has to recognize that name. Saivel struggled to swallow, painfully aware of the sound of her heart beating. Shit.

“Yes?” Darkblithe stood there, hands behind his back, a smug expression on his face. Saivel had to think, and think fast. The spirit was not particularly known for his kindness to Lucian’s tenants.

Saivel’s gaze met Arthur’s for a split second as she glanced around, looking for an escape route. Darkblithe could easily cut her off before she got to the door and—

Arthur had a gun.

At first there was a wave of relief, and then suddenly panic, even worse panic. Arthur could not stand against Darkblithe. He’d die. The spirit would laugh and with a wave of his hand the policeman would never be seen again.

“Put you—” Saivel stumbled over to Arthur, clumsily slapping her hand over his mouth. He looked at her with obvious shock but did not put the gun down. Darkblithe took the sight in with amusement.

“Put what?” he snarled, leaning closer in, baring his teeth.

“Put your ass the hell out of Lucian’s territory,” Saivel blurted before she had time to realize what she was saying. Hazel eyes met her own brown ones, which momentarily flashed purple. Something that sounded almost like a growl reverberated through the café as Darkblithe narrowed his eyes.

Something cold was touching Saivel’s arm. She glanced quickly downwards and remembered—policemen’s badges nullify magic. At that point in time she almost felt like breaking out into laughter. Instead she removed her hand from Arthur’s mouth, snatched the badge off of him, and pressed it into Darkblithe’s face.

Or at least, she tried to press it into Darkblithe’s face. His arm came up immediately to block her hand, but he stumbled back nonetheless as he came into contact with the thing. Saivel immediately dragged Arthur with her to the exit as he finally put the damn gun down.

“Run!” she yelled as soon as they were out of the café, and though he looked at her with confusion, the policeman did as she said. For several minutes, Saivel was aware only of the sound of their breathing and concrete beneath their feet.

Scenery passed by them in a blur; she caught a snatch of a tree, the word ‘orthodontist,’ and then she reached her hand out and winced as Arthur inadvertently barreled into her arm.

“Sorry!” he apologized immediately, but Saivel was too out of breath to do anything but look him in the eyes and nod, which she hoped communicated enough.

She put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. “I think… we’re far… enough…” she panted out, the sound of her heart beating in her ears, the rhythm as regular as a metronome. Arthur managed a tired smile.

“Who was that?” he gasped out, lifting his head up to look at Saivel. She blinked and matched his gaze.

“You don’t… you don’t know?”

Arthur shook his head. Saivel gaped. How ignorant is this guy, and he comes in to Citadel and tells us to abandon our way of life? she snapped mentally.

“That was Darkblithe,” she explained. “Some powerful spirit, nobody knows exactly what type. One of the three that lord over the Xyla district.” Saivel took a breath in and then continued. “Looks like he expanded his territory to Esther’s Café. Damn shame.”

“Wait… that means there are two others like him?”

Saivel looked down at her hand, realizing she was still holding Arthur’s badge, a cold reminder of what he was. “…yes.”

“Who are they?” Arthur wasn’t tired anymore, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.

It probably wouldn’t be the best to tell Arthur his landlord was one of the feyfolk. …or about Chrono, either, for that matter. “I don’t know,” she lied through her teeth. “Darkblithe’s dangerous, so he’s everyone’s only concern.” Mental note: tell Venia to keep her mouth shut about Lucian and Chrono.

“Why hasn’t anyone done anything?” And Saivel let out a harsh guffaw, finally straightening up. Her hair was a mess, her forehead shining with sweat.

“Do anything? To Darkblithe?” She laughed again. “No one dares. Policemen are either bribed or killed. There’s no sorcerer in this city who could take him on.”

There was once, some part of her said, but she shoved it out of her mind. She was telling the truth; Lucian and Chrono barely managed to keep him back with their combined strength. Ah, yes—she had to tell Lucian about Darkblithe expanding. Another mental note.

Arthur stood up, studying Saivel carefully. She narrowed her eyes just slightly at him. “What is it?”

“Your last name…” he paused, uncertain. Oh God, Darkblithe had said it, Saivel remembered. “Athess?”

Saivel shifted his badge in her hand, one point poking into her flesh painfully. It shone in the light, too pretty for something that belonged to someone so terrible.

“Here’s your badge back,” she said, extending her hand for him to take it back.

“Your last name,” Arthur repeated.

Her hand shook, just slightly. “My name is Saivel. Saivel Mei Athess. Happy?” she snapped, turning her hand over and dropping the badge on the ground. For a moment the reflected light shone on a particular spot on her wrist, which she hurriedly covered up. Fuck. Normally she could display that tattoo and people would regard her with respect, maybe even show her their own; but with a policeman? It could mean her doom.

“Your father?...” Arthur trailed off, feeling as if he was going too far but filled with a terrible need to know.

Saivel gave him a hard look, her lips pressed into a line. “Ignorance,” she spat vehemently, “is bliss.” And with that, she walked off, leaving him behind.

Arthur stared after her for some time, then picked up his badge and shoved it roughly into his pocket. He found himself unable to follow after her even though he knew he was going to get hopelessly lost otherwise. Ignorance is bliss. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt guilt weighing down on him. Or so they say.

Brown eyes opened once again and Arthur laughed a laugh without humor.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Fri Nov 21, 2014 3:09 am

basically: saivel takes arthur out for coffee, but it goes terribly wrong.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Fri Nov 21, 2014 4:11 am

my brain just went "hey. what about a cinderella au. and you know what music you should listen to? love somebody by maroon 5. jussayin'"

i wanna do it or if not a cinderella au just a one shot where there's a ball for whatever reason, idk

(mostly i just want saivel wearing a fox mask and fuse is a wolf or smthn)

(also if you're wondering who's cinderella then it's obv fuse. dragon is fairy godmother. or if we're going brothers grimm then the doves are actually small dragons. this makes perfect sense.

also saivel is the prince, i think. i like both kaise and fusel and i dONT KNOW IF I LIKE ONE MORE THAN THE OTHER so im just gonna be seesawing between the two)

(i dont think im going brothers grimm version *sweats* the doves p e c k e d o u t t h e s t e p s i s t e r ' s e y e s)

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Post by no mom its ironic on Fri Nov 21, 2014 4:14 am

you know what i might just write saivel and fuse hosting a ball and good fun times

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Post by Death is... kinda hot on Fri Nov 21, 2014 12:26 pm

Even though I don't like Cinderella, I'm interested in reading it.

Also, my Fusel fanmix is getting out of hand and is way more angsty than I originally planned.

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Post by no mom its ironic on Fri Nov 21, 2014 8:30 pm

Good.

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Chapter Four: Brown

Kaime sat down on a chair they’d brought into the room and sighed, giving Fuse a cursory glance. The Chaos Lord had been slipping in and out of consciousness since the two girls had left, never seeming fully aware of what was happening. The spirit had tried to coax some answers out of Fuse as to their location but only got unseeing stares from wide, purple eyes. Kaime swept the hair out of his face and turned back to their ‘patient’ as the bundle of blankets stirred.

“Fuse,” they whispered. “Hello?”

Fuse’s eyes opened suddenly and he tumbled over abruptly, breathing heavily, sweat shining on his skin. Before Kaime had the time to react he coughed into his fist, a terrible sharp noise. The Lord’s hand came away covered in purple.

“Fuse?” Kaime asked, tentatively reaching out a hand towards Fuse. He turned to face the spirit, a wild look in his eyes.

His shoulders relaxed, the frantic energy drained from his body and replaced with exhaustion. “Kaime,” Fuse croaked hoarsely, voice scratchy with disuse. He managed a rueful smile. “Thank the Lords.”

“You’re lucid, finally.” Kaime grabbed the glass of water from the end table and handed it to Fuse, who took it thankfully. “You probably need more rest, but we all need answers moreso.” This earned them a bewildered look as Fuse downed the glass in a matter of seconds.

“What?” he gasped out, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Kaime frowned, furrowing their brow.

The spirit leaned forward, elbows on their knees. “Where are we, Fuse?” they almost whispered.

Fuse just kept giving him a confused look. “The Citadel…?” His voice sounded oddly uncertain, and Kaime was afraid the Chaos Lord would slip back into half-awareness.

Instead of voicing their concern, Kaime barked out a laugh. “Where’s the Citadel would be a better question.”

“Its normal place,” Fuse said, concern showing on his face. “What?...”

A chill ran down Kaime’s spine. “Fuse…” they began, then paused, licked their lips, and continued. “…what’s the last thing you remember?”

There was silence for several moments, but it seemed to last forever. Fuse set the glass back on the end table and stared straight into Kaime’s eyes, hiding his terror behind a façade of calm. Even so, the spirit could tell Fuse’s hands were shaking.

“I… I went to sleep. I was tired.” Fuse swallowed and looked down at his hands. “…no, I wasn’t, not really, but I was?” He shook his head, confused, while Kaime watched him carefully. “And then I had some weird dreams…”

“What happened?”

“Hmm?” Fuse looked up with a slight frown.

“In your dream—what happened?” Kaime gazed at Fuse with an implaceable sort of look in their eyes; worry, curiosity? The Lord couldn’t tell. Averting his eyes, he tried to piece together what he remembered and began to speak.

*~*~*~*

The world was a fire, stiflingly hot, pinpricks of burning pain on his skin. It surrounded Fuse in a blinding blaze, long arms clawing at him, tugging at his very being. He choked and retched as they pulled, unwilling to give up. Realization struck—he was not the target, but something else, something rooted deep inside of him.

Despite Fuse’s resistance, his legs moved jerkily, taking one step forward, another one. He clenched his jaw and struggled. This force would not win, not if he had anything to say about it. Then there were sharp, needle-thin claws digging into his arm, and the Lord had no choice but to cry out in pain.

Hot and sticky, blood ran over his skin, mingling with his sweat. Was it blood? How could he know? What did he care?

There was a sword in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt. Dazed, Fuse looked down at it and found himself unable to let go, as if his fingers were frozen. Lurching forward unbidden, he clashed the blade with another invisible one. His unseen enemy drew back and the Lord almost fell over, his power leaving him by the second.

Sensing his enemy again, Fuse mustered up his energy to defend himself once again. Why did he have a sword? Why no shield? Why was he so damn tired? Question after question filled his mind, and he was struggling to defend himself against this unknown attacker.

“What do you want?” the Lord of Chaos yelled into the storm, but his words were shredded by razor wind, white-hot blades slashing at his face, at his arms.

Then he realized that this must be death; this suffocating, pressing heat, needle-sharp pain filling his senses. This feeling that he was being drained, emptied of any strength that he had ever had. He was dying here, his invisible foe death. A dry laugh escaped him.

Still, the sword would not slip from his hand. Fuse fell to his knees, stabbing the tip of it firmly into the ground to keep him upright. Even so something drove him to clash his blade with his foe’s, while his only wish was to give up, to stop. What point was it to fight death? It came for everyone; even him, even a Chaos Lord.

And then something broke through the terrible heat, the stifling fire. It was liquid crystal, brilliant and clear. The world itself wrapped around him, choking out his breath, and then—with a gasp, he was
alive.

He was alive.


*~*~*~*

With an eye for detail, Kaime watched Fuse. Sweat still shone on his skin and the Lord’s brown hair was disheveled. Dark bags were evident beneath his still-wide eyes, and he was shaking, hands clenched into tight fists on his lap. Fuse breathed in, slowly, and then exhaled, eyes flicking to look at Kaime.

“You don’t remember waking up earlier?” Kaime asked softly. Fuse shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, completely failing to make it any less messy.

“No, nothing.” Fuse sighed, his hand resting on the back of his neck. “…what happened?”

“We crashed,” Kaime managed to get out before Fuse went into another violent coughing fit, making the spirit wince with the harsh noise. They reached out a hesitant hand to pat Fuse on the back, but the Lord hardly noticed.

By the time he recovered, Kaime had refilled the glass of water, and Fuse took it with a purple-stained hand, downing it swiftly.

It was a long minute before Fuse finally spoke. “What were you saying?”

“The Citadel crashed,” Kaime repeated. Fuse frowned, but said nothing. “You told us we were heading ‘somewhere special’ but it was a ‘surprise.’” Fuse opened his mouth to speak, but Kaime silenced him with a look. “No matter how much we prodded, you refused to tell us anything. I don’t know if the place we crashed is your intended destination.”

Nowhere was my intended destination,” Fuse muttered. “I don’t remember any of this.” After a short pause, he added, “What day is it?”

“The fifteenth.”

Fuse’s eyes widened. “Oh no. I don’t remember… three days. Three days where…” He swallowed. “Something else…”

“…controlled you?” Kaime finished. Fuse nodded silently, a sudden sort of empty feeling spreading throughout him, and he shivered. “Are you alright?” Kaime asked worriedly.

The look Fuse gave him answered enough. “No. I… I don’t know. I feel… empty,” the Lord almost whispered. He looked suddenly helpless. “And sick,” he muttered as an afterthought, standing up from the bed. Though he wobbled at first and his legs threatened to fail, he refused Kaime’s offer of help.

By the time Fuse reached the door, he had to stop to rest a minute against the wall. Once again he heard Kaime’s soft offer of help and shook his head. He could make this. It was a short walk; a fucking short walk.

He could make it.

Pushing himself roughly off of the wall, Fuse stumbled forward clumsily, having to prop himself up against the opposite wall after a few steps. Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. His legs shook and threatened to collapse under him, but Fuse closed his eyes and took another few deep breaths.

He almost felt like laughing, but kept himself from doing so for fear of another coughing fit. Opening his eyes he surged forward another time, managing more steps than the last time before he had to support himself on the opposite wall.

At least the zigzag route Fuse was taking was working and he hadn’t simply fallen over in the middle of the hallway. Regret flashed in his mind; he should’ve accepted Kaime’s offer for help. But he was determined to make this himself.

It was a long few minutes before he practically collapsed on the floor of the bathroom, bile rising up in the back of his throat. Fuse struggled to his feet and forced it back down, breathing deeply. Turning on the faucet, he cupped his hands and splashed water over his face.

After patting his face dry, Fuse placed his hands on the counter and stared into the mirror. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

One of his eyes was brown.


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