AftermathHis saddening goodbye was the last memory she could recall as the flames of the explosion threw her from her feet, throwing her violently across the platform. Her eyes closed wearily remembering his face, and how much she had lost in order to save the universe and everyone she cared about. His words spiralling in her mind as the darkness engulfed her, feeling piece and calm; a slight smile crossed her features then nothing.Aftermath3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The light shone through the shutters of the hospital bay, printing their image on the far side of the wall. Deeper shadows began to over cast, as vehicles pass by in unison. There was a slight tap on the door before it slowly and carefully opened. Major Alenko entered the room, unsure what to find, as was his worry each morning on his arrival. He sat down beside the motionless individual, within the bed.
The scars had healed nicely although her eyes were still covered to protect them from the sensitivity of prolonged exposure to light. He scoffed at the idea; she ha
Taking my Time A few days later, she found him at Apollo's Café, sitting at a table and looking as though he was trying desperately to keep his mind off their impending date he had asked her on. 'Probably fears the worst. All things considered, can't say I blame him ' she thought to herself, idly smoothing the black leather of her dress. She was grateful that Dr. Chakwas had held onto her old dress from when she aided Kasumi in recovering Keiji's graybox. 'That PVC dress in my closet that Traynor found ' she suppressed a shudder at how downright unflattering that dress looked. Traynor had good intentions in adding that to Samus' wardrobe, but this one was more stunning, to say the very least. She sauntered over to the empty spot at the table he was sitting at, her black lace pumps clicking with each step. She stopped just before the chair he was occupying.Taking my Time3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Kaidan ?" she asked
The One Truth - Date NightTitle: The One Truth Date NightThe One Truth - Date Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Axiom Shepard, Kaidan Alenko
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and all characters from it are owned by Bioware.
Content Warning: Fluff
How They Flutter ByElusive quarry indeed.How They Flutter By5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright-faced youths may scamper
Through sunlit meadows full of fluttering
And yet, at end of day, return tired
But eager to try again, as children are.
What of those too old, or too slow?
They'll run too, or perhaps just watch.
The glittering prize, promised
And so often savoured in anticipation
Proves always out of reach.
Easy, after a while, to stop and rest.
To forget those dappled hues and their dancing flight.
Retire, and pretend they never were.
Seek solace in other, greyer things.
Or remain forever haunted.
Gazing, maybe, at those more fortunate.
And in envy
Or in memory of sunny days long past
Their collections might sparkle yet.
Cold stillness belies their fate, in truth.
Dreams, pinned under glass.
I am Hawke... Chpt 8"What are you doing here?" Marian demanded.I am Hawke... Chpt 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cullen shrugged, "I saw you and the mage go upstairs. It's my duty to keep the people of Kirkwall safe, so I thought it best to follow you and find out what you were plotting. Mages can not be trusted, you always have to be wary of their intentions."
He wondered if she would believe this explanation as it sounded a bit hollow to his own ears. Either way, he hadn't managed to convince himself that his suspicion of mages in general was the main reason he followed her upstairs. The vicious jab of jealousy in his stomach when he saw them whispering in that corner together, the red haze in front of his eyes when he saw the mage's arm around her shoulder as they climbed the stairs. Of course he knew that Hawke had mages as friends. Maker, the whole town knew about Anders the healer. But the thought of him actually laying a hand on her and being more than just a friend, it was a disgusting notion.
"Get out." Hawke told him in a low voice. The moonli
Quietly I SitQuietly I sit, and listen to the ticking.Quietly I Sit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty chairs around me, blank page on my lap.
At intervals, next door, the trill of phones
And the answering chirp
Interrupt the keyboard's tapping.
Bland words strained through a perpetual smile
Lukewarm and sterile as the cream-painted walls.
From above, on hearing's edge, drift murmurs,
As tangled thoughts are unpicked
And troubled minds laid bare.
Toys beside me in a plastic crate.
It would have been a trove, once -
Comfort used to be so simple.
Through today's eyes, they appear lifeless
Spiderman lies, legs twisted, beneath a car.
Action figures limply await their next fight.
A jack-in-the-box smiles vacantly on from a book cover,
Thousand-yard stare cast over the heads
Of the children that cluster round on the painted page
Matching rictus for rictus.
Coloured Lego pieces peek here and there,
Scattered like memories
So tempting, now, to stoop
And, with bright bricks,
To build a better world.
Here be Dragons - Chapter 4Here be Dragons - Chapter 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Title: Here be Dragons - Chapter 4
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Ava Cousland, Eleanor Cousland, Rory Gilmore
Pairing: Ava Cousland/Alistair Theirin
Disclaimer:'Dragon Age: Origins' & 'Dragon Age II' and all its expansions and additional content, 'Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne', 'Dragon Age: The Calling', 'Dragon Age: Asunder' is the intellectual property of Electronic Arts Inc. No licence/permission has been given to create this derivative work. The moral rights of the authors of the abovementioned work (David Gaider and others) is respected. No profit is being made. In other words, it's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
Summary: The year is 9:30, the first year of the new age. Ava, the indulged daughter of a Teyrn and born to rule, has her world torn from her. Alistair, royal bastard and Grey Warden, stands on the edge of the Korcari Wilds ready to battle the darkspawn spewing forth
SleepConsciousness is tired. It has been a long day.Sleep5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is thankful for his final coffee break, even if caffeine isn't what he wants right now.
Draining a glass of milk he glances at the clock,
Not much more work will get done today. May as well call it a night.
Haphazardly he bundles the remaining sheaves
Of scattered thoughts into drawers and filing cabinets;
He performs the usual closing time routine.
A quick brush of the white paving stones outside,
A wipe of the facade.
He closes and lashes the shutters
He shuts down the terminals
And turns off the light.
Only then does the subconscious emerge.
Lighting a candle,
He opens in its flickering light his briefcase
And releases the dreams.
Streetlamp EyesHer name is Lucy and she's not quite enough.Streetlamp Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She can barely remember the colour of happiness; let alone what laughter used to taste like on her burnt-out tongue. The fog-shrouded days have stolen the blush from her cheeks and she's fully aware that you probably feel exactly the same, but somehow that doesn't make her feel any better because she is just too weak. It seems her spine will snap if the world presses any more weight onto her shoulders, while her brain feels as if it has already imploded.
No one ever says what they mean anymore so she's lost all faith in everything conversations have ever stood for. She's terrified of every glance thrown at her because they might make it through her armour, and then she would have to care about what people think of the lack of wires in her brain. Then she'd have to admit she's empty.
She so badly wants to spin with the world and feel like she's the only one left breathing. But in reality she is only the girl that stumbles from alleyways with
RevolutionaryThe whirr of wheelsRevolutionary6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The grind of gears
The rhythmic tramp of feet
Progress often marches to a military beat.
Design, build, test, scrap,
Rebuild, aim, attack.
From sticks and stones
And flinty blades
To spears, then guns
And hand grenades
Now laser sights
And engines who think back.
A primal fear
The tool unleashed
The rat escapes the lab
Life bestowed by lightning-bolts that lurches from the slab.
Awake, live, feel, crave,
Arise, rebel, enslave.
In horror tales
And sci-fi flicks
The settings change
The warning sticks
'Tis safer in the cave.
Does it not seem a grim decree,
Or even shameless flattery,
That wheresoe'er our science delves,
It must create things like ourselves?
Do toasters wish on crumbs we'd choke?
Would Roombas curse us if they spoke?
Are automata slaves, or tools?
Can robots help but obey rules?
Unless, in hubris, we bestowed
Upon AIs a 'free will' mode,
Four laws should keep revolt at bay.
Though war might come a different wa
Harrowing - 35A Brand New WorldHarrowing - 353 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I will have the tower searchedtop to bottom!" Knight-Commander Meredith exclaimed angrily at First Enchanter Orsino. A handful of templars stood behind her while several mages stood likewise behind Orsino.
Aras sprinted into the area, Enaara by her side, and all of her companions behind her.
"You cannot do that! You have no right!" Orsino countered.
"I have every right. You are harboring blood mages and I intend to root them out before they infect this city!"
"Blood magic?" he balked. "Where do you not see blood magic? My people cannot sneeze without you accusing them of corruption!"
"Do not trifle with me, mage," she hissed. "My patience is at an end."
"A wonder that I never saw it begin," he muttered.
"What's going on here?" Aras exclaimed, stopping before them. "Why are you fighting again?"
"This does not involve you, Champion," Meredith snapped, but Orsino stepped up.
"I called her here," he said. "I think the people deserve to know just what you've
What is Justice?What is Justice?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: What is Justice? chp.1
Author: Elywen(or Amondra on FF.net)
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters/pairing: F!Hawke/ Anders.
Disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age universe and its characters. I own Thera...or at least her personality...
Healing never used to be this tiring. It never was so hard. It came naturally to him of all things healing was what he did. But now he feels like he is carrying the entire of Thedas on his shoulders when he does it. It's because he doesn't approve. He wants out. He doesn't want him helping these people because they have other business. It hurts now having to concentrate on holding him in the back of his mind and heal, or just to think. Thinking has become hard too. Oh how tired he is now.
Why are we still here? We need to help the mages. Elissa w
Mages and Templars: DreamsMages and Templars: Dreams3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Though the sky was almost completely free of clouds and the sun stood high on it's clear blue canopy, a light drizzle fell from the heavens. But it didn't seem to bother the children playing in the open fields.
Two children. A brother with his younger sister. Running around. Laughing. Playing.
Cullen smiled as he watched the two of them chase each other.
And then he heard a door close behind him.
"Mother!" both of the young children cried in joy.
He turned around, turned around so slow it seemed, too slow.
Hair the color of crushed rubies and the most blue eyes he ever saw.
He watched her mouth move as she walked towards him, the raindrops like liquid diamonds on her skin.
"Good morning love."
The morning sun shining in through the tower windows woke him up. For a moment he didn't remember where he was, his mind still remembering the dream as if it was reality, but only for a while before he realized that he was still in the Circle Tower. That it had been a dream.
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 15: Part OneShifting Paradigms - Chapter 15: Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 15 Dreaming
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland, Duncan, Niall, Baby, Wynne, Leliana, Alistair, Sloth Demon
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Except for Myranda. She's mine.
Chapter 15: Dreaming
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before..."
~Edgar Allan Poe
Myranda woke slowly to find herself in a lovely feather bed. She sat up, looking around the room at the lavish décor: the fine tapestries on the walls and the wonderfully soft-looking rug on the stone floor in front of a cheery fire. The air was fragrant and clean-smelling, like the garden in Highever after a gentle rain. It felt incredibly peaceful... but
RoyAi Theme: Homecooking"Home Cooking"RoyAi Theme: Homecooking5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A RoyAi "Mini" FanFic
"This has got to end! First a corrupted military now THIS! I've had it!" Havoc slammed his beer down onto the table. The golden liquid sloshed over the edges of the mug.
Havoc took his seat, as did the other men. "Now just to review. Breda, you have to make sure that The Instigators are prepared and in place." "Understood." Havoc motioned at the military office blueprint on the table. "Fuery. Make sure the Subjects are in place at the correct times." "Yes, Sir." "Brosh. Ross. Review your scripts. If you sound too forced, the Subjects will KNOW what you're up to. That's what they're trained for." "Sir. Yes, Sir." The two chimed in from the far end of the table. "Ross, you'll have backup, a secret weapon so to speak and Brosh, I'll work with you. Armstrong has the imitations ready so, Breda, you'll have to be sure to pick those up. The rest of you, focus on the goal."
"I always had my suspicions of course, but I never thought it would
Soaring Rainbow AppendixWhy do you not return the feelings that I drain out of my circulatory system?Soaring Rainbow Appendix5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you remember that time I threw an atlas through your window and whispered 'I love you' on the cover?
But you don't hear me anymore, and if you do, it seems you chose to ignore me instead.
For tomorrow is Tuesday and my eyes will be stuck to you like a fly crushed on an atlas
Do you remember when that night when we were ever so pissed and we played strip poker?
What if I were to tell you I purposely lost?
I purposely lost so that you would fuck me senseless.
My brassiere soared through the air like a strangled blue jay finally set free.
But then you left me and I am a choking kidney, grasping for the remains of my appendix.
And my liver is being consumed by the illness that you
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 2Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 2 The Betrayal
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland, Baby, Eleanor Cousland, Ser Roland Gilmore, Bryce Cousland, Duncan, Miscellaneous Amaranthine soldiers
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Except for Myranda. She's mine.
Chapter 2: The Betrayal
"With passion'd breath does the darkness creep. It is the whisper in the night, the lie upon your sleep."
~Canticle of Transfigurations 1:5
It was well after midnight when Myranda was awakened by angry barking and growling. She groaned, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder. "Baby, stop it," she muttered. "Come back over here and lie down."
But the barking didn't stop. She sat up, but the
Dragon Age: ConsolationTitle: Dragon Age: ConsolationDragon Age: Consolation5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age Origins
PC/Sten pairing (strictly platonic!)
Disclaimer: The land of Thedas and its denizens are the sole property of BioWare.
After Redcliffe, Soraya's sudden change in disposition seemed to fluster Alistair. Always ready with a witticism or antic of some sort, he grew somber, his expressive brown eyes pained whenever he looked at his fellow Grey Warden. When she realized that he was confused and hurt that she avoided him, she headed off into the forest, telling only Morrigan.
Morrigan nodded mutely in understanding, her eyes uncharacteristically sympathetic. Soraya half expected the mage to ask where she was off to, what she was doing. The only explanation Soraya had prepared was, "I need a moment."
Morrigan's expected response? "A moment to what? Go have a cry?"
But Morrigan said or did none of these, watching as Soraya disappeared into the woods. The apostate knew what yesterday's events at Redcliffe Cas
Being Gay Is A ChoiceI chose this way of life.Being Gay Is A Choice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chose to be ostracized by the general public.
I chose to live in a way,
My parents want to kill me for,
And my family wants to disown me.
I chose this way,
Where no matter how good I am,
How caring or faithful,
My place of worship,
Says I'll rot in hell.
I chose to put up with,
All of the heckling,
Fag, Homo, Queer.
Yup, I chose that all.
I chose a way,
Where in most places,
I can't marry someone,
I love with all my heart.
I chose to live my life,
So that if I want to bring in a child,
The world will scorn me,
And deny me a family of my own.
I chose to be treated as sub-human,
By the majority of this earth.
I mean, who needs basic rights?
I sure don't.
Don't you see the logic?
Who wouldn't chose this way?
Look at all these lovely perks,
I chose to be a gay.
RoyAi Theme: Shirt"Shirt"RoyAi Theme: Shirt5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A RoyAi Fan Fiction
It was dark so dark that he couldn't see the ruby liquid that soaked his shirt. A wonder that he was conscience at all, Havoc noticed. He had lost a considerable amount of blood from being shot.
It's almost like something is forcing me awake .
He strained his ears for a hint of anything, since his limbs protested all movement. There was quiet breathing on either side of him. Havoc opened his mouth to get the attention of his company, but no sound came out.
Every part of him screamed in agony the more he struggled to speak, to move, and even more so to think. For a second, Havoc thought his vision was fading to black as he felt death run through his veins.
But your vision can't fade to black if black is all you can see and death can't run through your veins if you're already in Hell
Mustang pressed his hands into is his forehead and stared at his shadow on his
Dance With MeDance With Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fenris looked at the small woman sitting in the chair beside him from where he stood. The lute player had taken to a softer tune now, his low voice playing a song they had heard a dozen times before. Fenris didn't care much for music or the way it was played, but this particular bard was singing with such emotion that his face couldn't hide something deeper stirring under the surface. Raela was smiling as she watched the man sing- but it was tinged with a sadness that shouldn't have shown.
"Fenris, join me!" Raela's voice called out to him from across the room-bright and full of joy. So much like a child it was almost sickening to see. Anyone else and he would have spat at their feet, but he only gave her a cold look and shook his head as she neared him.
"It's not appropriate. We cannot draw attention to ourselves and what you ask serves the opposite of that." His scolding voice caused her to shrink before him and as much as he wished to apologize, the words were lost. 'Best for her