Don't fly too high(French version below)Don't fly too high in Free Verse More Like This
"-Do you have any talents?
-Several, I'm actually pretty talented."
"I love what you're doing Rose...
Rose? I hate that girl. "
To you, peacock, who proudly believes you're showing your feathers off,
Can a monkey pretend to be knowledgeable without being educated?
From your supposed intelligence emanates a tone of stupidity
To make the cattle from my childhood's fields jealous.
Apothecary of lies, selling his smiles to the more destitute,
Words deprived of meaning and more hollow than your skull,
Your poison spreads slowly as the assassin time.
To you who is, after all, only a shadow of dust
Any storm will evaporate you
Look carefully at your reflection and think, if you can;
Then from your false throne reigning on simple minds,
You'll realize the bitter truth:
You, who think you rise above the others,
Don't fly too high,
The divine beauty of the sky
Was never meant for you.
Ne vole pas
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Frost spreads its whiteness
Despite ancient white azaleas
Griefs still remain
Le givre étend sa blancheur
Malgré les azalées blanches millénaires
Les chagrins restent encore
A dragonfly minds her own waterlilly -
Jealous as a woman
Une libellule veille sur son propre nénuphar -
Jalouse comme une femme
Gloomy and high,
The oak forest chokes the summer moon
No one saw her wipe out!
Ténébreuse et haute,
La forêt de chênes étouffe la lune d'été
Personne ne la vit s'éteindre !
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I'll die with this smell on my lips
The smell of your silk hair
The smell of our laughs
Even from beyond, blinded by black sun
Through dazzling darkness
I'll see your shining smile.
Once my heart will hush
Into the deafening silence of death
Your cheerful voice like an echo.
My memories will sink into an endless void
Walking amid the lands of damned
Only your hand to guide my heavy steps.
Though sealed forever in my ebony coffin
The pain - stabbing the body I once had,
Tearing my soul apart, finishing my late brain off...
I'll howl silently, afraid that one day
You'll ever forget me.
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What will remain of me?
On the altar of death where I lost everything, cold doesn't affect me anymore -
My cigarette dies first
Que restera-t-il de moi ?
Sur l'autel de la mort où j'ai tout perdu, le froid ne m'atteint plus -
Ma cigarette meurt la première
Dressed in black
Under the dew I stare at the sky filled with birds
Where my husband is flying
Habillée de noir
Je contemple sous la rosée le ciel rempli d'oiseaux
Là où mon mari vole
Desire to return to oblivion -
Near the river, the white sound of snow dispels these wicked thoughts
And my life takes over
Envies de retour à l'oubli -
Près du fleuve, le bruit blanc de la neige chasse ces vilaines pensées
Et ma vie reprend son cours
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Her arm to the purple sky
Quiet sound of wind -
Rêverie dans l'herbe
Son bras vers le ciel violet
Le bruit calme du vent -
Burning me down(French version below)Burning me down in Free Verse More Like This
Burning abyss collapse
While my soul is getting dirty of an ash gray color,
I see myself consumed by the flame of my dreams again.
Obsession, hysteria, frenzy, obsessive fear, fury
Soak up my nights coated with a sweet madness,
Devoured until purple dawn.
Here come vindictive and pleasurable daytimes
Where only ruins and reefs remain - Slaughtered by this arrow,
And your image branded with a red-hot iron on the silk of my skin.
Cradled with my illusions, sick of my feelings,
I'm dying to see you since the day I met you,
Where you took me prisoner of this dream.
Me brûler toute entière
Les abysses ardentes s'abattent
Pendant que mon âme se salit d'un gris cendré,
Je me vois de nouveau consumée par la flamme de mes rêves.
Obsession, hantise, hystérie, frénésie, furie
S’imprègnent sur mes nuits enduites d'une douce folie,
Ma muse aveugle(English version below)Ma muse aveugle in Free Verse More Like This
Elle laisse à mi-chemin la froide brume dans les ténèbres épais,
Disparue malicieusement en catimini derrière un nuage d'engelures
Elle passe, s'arrête et se fige dans cette toile pleine de tristesse ;
M’apparaissant lors de mes nuits glaciales assombries par le chagrin.
Vêtue de ta robe d'albâtre que mes tourments essaient de salir
Radieuse en ce soir dont tu as drainé toute lumière, tu représentes
La quintessence de la beauté éternelle, l'unique perle du ciel,
Vestige de mes vies inachevées.
L'Attente tisse ses gelures au fil de nos jours trop long
De ses membres décrépits, sans fin. La Lune, ma muse...
Ton éclat se meurt dans les méandres de notre souffrance,
Sur ton visage de marbre, une expression figée depuis des siècles
Un sourire se cache-t-il derrière tes cicatrices ?
Ensemble, nous attendons patiemme
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Last member of a decimated lineage, gangrenous
He assisted his relative till the end of the road
Himself imprinted all his life with this fatality.
From the unreachable sky fall feathers of grief;
His weary soul takes his ultimate breath, hollow and heavy
As a grave. Finding his new cage forever.
The last whisper of this redbreast without wings.
On this funeral granite, a dropped rose;
His dreamed freedom, late, cruel
Only the cradle of Death was able to give it to him.
Une rose pour sa liberté
Dernier membre d'une lignée décimée, gangrenée
Il assista les siens jusqu'au bout du chemin,
Lui-même empreint à vie de cette fatalité.
Du ciel inaccessible tombent des plumes de chagrin ;
Son âme lasse pousse son ultime souffle, creux et lourd
Comme une tombe. Trouvant sa nouvelle cage pour toujours.
Le dernier murmure de ce rouge-gorge sans ailes.
Sur ce granit funéraire, une
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Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
Tel une divine peinture de la Renais
Haunted(English version below)Haunted in Free Verse More Like This
Mes rêves me parlent encore de toi,
Sous une pluie battante où ces lames s'écrasent contre moi,
Chaque goutte m'est plus douloureuse que la précédente.
En hurlant au désespoir, Solitude me contemple et compatit.
Seule, je me noie
Dans ces marécages sonores où ton nom résonne,
Asphyxiée par ma propre respiration, dans un murmure
Mes poumons se remplissent de ce manque.
Cette corde du désespoir à laquelle je suis pendue
Cédera bientôt sous le poids de mes tourments
Permettant à mon esprit de prendre son triste envol.
Un champ fleuri écorché vif dans la fleur de l'âge,
Mon âme m'est arrachée comme les racines du vieux chêne.
Je ne suis qu'une carcasse vide voguant sur l'océan de la dépression
Où j'ai l'impression que même le vent souffle ton nom.
My dreams are still talking to me about you,
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Chapter 7 - Spelunking
- South of Windhelm -
"One...two...three!" Midrethe counted down before her, Talon and Naoii gave the boulder a final push, rolling it out of the way and revealing the cave's opening. Brushing the mixture of moss and dust off of their hands, the group peered into the darkness, the lack of light messing with their vision.
"Are you sure this is the cave?" Naoii asked, redirecting her gaze at the blonde-haired High Elf, catching her attention.
"It has to be. There aren't any others nearby" Midrethe replied, raising up her hand and watching as her palm started glowing brightly. Sure enough, a hovering light rose from her hand and floated above it: a candlelight spell.
"Come on" she instructed, stepping into the darkness and heading through the empty cave, her candlelight illuminating their path. Talon headed down after her, lastly followed by Naoii. The sounds of water dropping from the ceiling filled their ears as they headed down the narrow tunnel, the moisture on
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Chapter 9 – Werewolf
- South of Morthal -
Talon could see his breath in air as he made his way over the grassy hill, looking behind him to make sure the others were keeping up. By taking a quick stop in Dawnstar, he'd acquired a couple of followers to accompany him on his adventure. Nexu, an Argonian, clad in hide armor had agreed to join him free of charge. Mostly because he'd been looking for some adventure for a while now. On his back, he carried an Imperial Bow with a quiver packed with arrows. Yet he held a steel sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Behind him, Golag did his best to keep up, his face harboring a look of sullenness. Golag gro-Kurok was an Orc who spent most his time in the local taverns, betting wagers with other travelers who thought they could beat him in a bar brawl. As you could expect, mostly due to his brute strength and his hulking figure, he won hands down. However, when Talon had approached him asking for his services in combat, he didn't know that
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Noster Eagle-Eye leaned against his regular post as the cold night air scratched at his exposed skin, his only rags not providing the insulation needed. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he watched as his breath was revealed right in front of him, almost like a dragon's smoke. This was normal though, ever since he'd started living on the streets, he'd gotten accustomed with the harsh downsides of having no roof over your head. But the sound of the main gate opening caught his attention, making him forget about the weather for a couple of seconds. Looking towards the gate, he watched as a figure entered, shrouded in a black cloak, their head covered by a hood of the same darkness. Once the stranger had closed the gate, he started making his way towards The Winking Skeever. However, before he reached the front door, Noster let out a small cough, causing the stranger's head to quickly turn to face him. Both worried and confused, Noster watched as the stranger made
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The sound of birds chirping filled the air as the sun shone down on the grassy plains surrounding Whiterun. All around, deer roamed and drank from a small pond. However, they ran in fear as the sound of footsteps pressing down on the muddy ground filled their ears. No sooner had they ran, a team of three made their way over the grassy knoll, completely oblivious to the creatures that had previously inhabited that area. The leader of the group was a female Imperial with long, messy, black hair and war paint covering one of her eyes. She wore a set of ebony armor, minus the helmet and had an ebony sword sheathed at her side. Behind her was a male Breton wearing a different set of armor. Like the Imperial, he wore ebony armor. However, he wore a pair of steel plate boots with a Stormcloak Officer Hood and braces. On his back was his enchanted glass bow which he'd named 'Fear Fire'. And finally, trailing behind them, was a female Dark Elf with a blonde mohawk. Her
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.2Chapter 2 The Thieves GuildSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.2 in Settings More Like This
Talon groaned as yet another lockpick broke, dropping the fragments to the ground as he searched his satchel for a replacement. Another crash of thunder sounded overhead as the rain thundered down on Talon's thin armour, chilling him to the bone. With the only light source being the moon, Talon had no choice but to see with his touch, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt another lockpick right at the bottom, hidden underneath his map. He was in Riften, the so called home of the Thieves Guild, standing outside the Thane's house as he desperately tried to break in. He'd heard that an adventurer from outside the city had been newly appointed the Thane of Riften, meaning that there had to be some notable loot lying around somewhere. As he finally heard the tumbler activate, he silently cheered as the door opened, allowing him to escape from the storm and enter the warm. Gently closing it behind him, Talon looked around the room he'd entered, obvi
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Chapter 8 – Talon vs. the Dark Brotherhood
- The Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary –
The room was made of stone, once just an ordinary cave. But now it had changed, there were beds, tables and one living figure. An Albino Khajiit with long, black hair and piercings on either side of her ears. She wore the trademark armor of the Dark Brotherhood, red and black with the occasional line of studs. She sighed whilst twirling her dagger in her hand, looking up at the ceiling as she lied down on the bed. Suddenly, a burning sensation spread over her forehead, one of the major side-effects of vampirism. Placing her dagger by her side, she reached under her wooden bed and retrieved a silver vial, the outline of a serpent carved on the side. Opening the top, she tilted her head back and swallowed its contents, the pain in her head receding as the copper-tasting liquid flowed down the back of her throat. Blood. Precious blood. A vampire's life source. Placing the top of the vial back on, she put it back
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Chapter 13 – The Sapphire Heist
Talon’s heart stopped, expecting his life to be ceased at any moment. But as soon as that word hit his ears, he slowly opened his eyes. The pickaxe was just touching his nose. Looking past the steel pick, he glanced up at the second thief as she looked to her left.
“What?” she ordered puzzlingly, confused to why her comrade would say such a thing. As she spoke, the first thief made his way over to them, picking his dagger up off the ground as he did so.
“Let him go” he instructed, placing the blade back in its sheath. Through the gap in her cowl, he noticed the second thief’s eyes widen.
“Let him go? Are you serious?!” she questioned heatedly, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Just trust me. Get off him” he directed once more, looking down at Talon with reassurance. Glancing down at her captive, the second thief let out an ireful sigh and stood up, allowing Talon to do
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Talon headed inside the graveyard just behind the Temple of Mara, blowing into his hands and rubbing them together as the cold wind chilled him to the bone. Passing a few tombstones, his eyes settled upon the marble coffin sitting in the old, stone room. He headed inside and knelt in front of the coffin, searching for any secret releases to open it.
"If Ailios opened this from the inside, there must be some way to open it from the outside" he thought, raising his eyebrow with suspicion as he noticed the embossed, stone symbol on the side of the coffin. Reaching out to touch it, Talon pulled his hand away in surprise as the symbol moved inward, causing the tiled ground beneath him to rumble. Talon instantly stood up and backed away from the coffin as it slowly began to disappear into the wall behind it, along with a fair portion of the floor. Staring into the darkness, a smile spread across Talon's lips as he noticed the boarded hatch at the bottom of the step
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The rain thundered down on the Wood Elf as she tore through the forest, the hood on her dark purple mage robes blowing behind her. Glancing back, she gasped in fear as the shapes of people got closer and closer. Hiding behind a tree, Inari peeked out to see what was happening, her pure, white hair clinging to her forehead due to its wetness. Suddenly, Inari jumped back as an arrow lodged itself in the tree, mere inches from her face.
"COME ON! SHE WENT THIS WAY!" an angry male voice ordered, causing Inari's heart to flood with fear. Focusing on the silhouettes heading her way, Inari held her hand out in front of her, just as a fireball erupted from her palm, rocketing into the trees. As the sound of a brief explosion hit her ears, she grinned and continued to run. However, just when she thought she was home free, she failed to notice the tree trunk sticking out of the ground and tripped, falling to the muddy ground with a grunt. As she pushed herself bac
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Chapter 10 – Purity: Part 1
- Riften, five days since Talon was bitten -
Riften marketplace was usually packed with both travelers and citizens. All of which visiting the different stalls and merchants, going through the occasional trade of items and, rarely, bribery. Aside from the intersecting chatter and sound of birds chirping, the market was generally peaceful. Not today though.
"YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" an angry, female voice called out, causing the chatter to cease as every head turned to observe the commotion. Standing a few feet away were two women, both in their twenties, engaged in unarmed combat. One had blonde hair, pulled back into a messy ponytail. She had a small scar running along the right side of her jaw and slightly pointed ear, hinting that she had some elven heritage. From the neck down, she wore what closely resembled the armor of the Thieves Guild, colored black. Her opponent had long, crimson hair which reached her shoulders. Like the blonde-haired girl, she
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Once again I woke up on my back staring at the sky. Instead of the purple sky of Sovngarde, I saw nothing but swirling white flakes of snow. My back was one entire sheet of cold from where I had been lying on the snow for gods knew how long.
Unlike last time, I felt like I was in pieces. Every part of me hurt. I was covered in scratches and blood from Alduin's attack and my very soul throbbed in pain from the repeated Dragonrend Shouts I had suffered from the Heroes of old.
"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin," Paarthurnax uttered.
I looked over and saw the old golden dragon perched on the ancient word wall. Tsun had seen it fit to send me to the Throat of the World. Appropriate, I suppose since it was the tallest place in Nirn. At least I wasn't stuck in Skuldafn.
Movement caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I could turn enough to see that Paarthurnax was not the only dragon on the Throat of the World today. Instead there were dragons of ever
Caught in the RainIt hardly ever rained in Windhelm.Caught in the Rain in Romance More Like This
The capital of Eastmarch was too far north for much precipitation. Most of the year the land was covered with snow making growing most vegetables impossible. There were a few plants that thrived in the cold, but not enough for the Hold to survive without imports. Thankfully, there was the lucrative fishing industry to export in exchange for greens from the south.
"There are two seasons in Windhelm, little brother," Galmar used to tell Rolff when they were children, "winter and Summer's Height,"
Rolff Stone-Fist sighed as he remembered that sweet memory from when he and Galmar too young to know better, but old enough to get into plenty of trouble. It must have been at least fifty years ago, long before the Civil War and the Great War.
He missed his big brother. Galmar had always watched out for him, even when he was disgusted with Rolff. There had been years when they had been far apart. Galmar always had his duties to take him away. First, his role as
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"It's good to be in Solitude again," I said as I exited the wagon Cicero and I had hired to bring us here. I carefully avoided making any eye contact with the driver who I was pretty certain was shooting daggers with his eyes. The Keeper and I had been unable to keep our hands off each other the whole trip and had made it rather uncomfortable for our unfortunate chauffer. I wasn't certain if the generous tip I had given him made up for the bother.
A late spring breeze picked up and I breathed deeply the sea air. The bright azure sky, the cry of the seagulls, the crash of the waves and the sight of the Blue Palace on the outcropping ledge always gave me a sense of euphoria. I spun in a circle with my arms extended giggling like a little girl with delight.
I could hear Cicero laughing behind me. I grinned and grabbed his hand before heading up the hill to the city proper. The wagons only brought travelers to the stables located outside of town and Solitu
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Sequel to "The Dark Brotherhood Forever"
Cicero hit the ground with a sickening thud following the loud crack of being slapped by Elaninde, the High Elf Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. Elaninde stood proudly over the prone figure of the Keeper, her expression disdainful and disapproving, but not quite a full frown or scowl. Elaninde never allowed such gross expressions to mar her exquisite featuresand no Altmer ever presented anything but their best face in front of others.
"Cicero, my darling Keeper, do you wish to explain what this is?" the Listener said softly. She held a finely cut dress in one hand that used to be white but was now obviously slightly pink. Her manicured fingers ran over the cloth accusingly before throwing it in Cicero's face.
Behind Elaninde and to her right Arnbjorn stood smiling wolfishly. Ever since Elaninde saved the werewolf's lif
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The soldiers marched wearily along the earthen plain. They had been marching for what felt like forever. The litany of "left forward, right forward" still rang in their ears long after being put to bed at night. They rarely stopped for meals and they never stopped to merely rest. Their mission was too important.
Some had fallen from sheer exhaustion, but still they moved forward toward the enemy. Some marched because of their cause, but many marched because of the love they had for their commander. The golden-haired god who followed in their wake was the reason they strode across the endless ground with the sunless sky high above them.
"Company, halt!" their commander's clear voice rang out.
The men fell easily into two lines, waiting for their lord's words of encouragement.
"I know you are tired," the general said, his voice full of understanding. "I know it has been hard, but we fight for our home. We fight for S
This Fic Gave Me CancerWarning: The following story is a parody and not to be taken seriously in the slightest. Please enjoy. ^_^This Fic Gave Me Cancer in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time the Listener was summoned by Ulfric Stormcloak to do a mission.
"Dragonborn, I need you to do a mission for me," Ulfric said commandingly. He said many things commandingly because he was the future High King of Skyrim. It wasn't official or anything, but it was true because Ulfric Stormcloak said it was. And Ulfric Stormcloak was never wrong.
"What is it, my jarl?" the Listener, who was also the Dragonborn, said. Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know the Listener and the Dragonborn were the same person because that would have been silly. Although sometimes the Listener wondered why Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know because she wore her shrouded armor all the time. All the time. Even when she and Ulfric Stormcloak had sexy times, which were a lot.
Ulfric was good at sex. He had a big penis like all Nords.
Anyway, Ulfric Stormcloak was telling the Listener/Dragonborn
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Ralof hated doing patrol. It was dull compared to fighting on the battlefield and he detested talking to the different superior officers. Most of them weren't trained for their ranks and still thought that simply being the best warrior on the field was good enough to justify their position when in reality they needed to know how to train their men to be better fighters and how to encourage morale with the right words in the right place. Thus, Ralof often ended up in the captain's tent listening to old stories of glory with many tankards of mead instead of reviewing troop positions.
At least he was almost done. He just had to visit Fort Hraggstad, talk to Captain Sifkni, and review the troop roster before heading back to the Palace of the Kings to report to Regent Lydia Stormblade. If the numbers looked good, then they could finalize plans to take Solitude. The civil war would be over and Ulfric Stormcloak's memory would be honored as Skyrim was finally
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"Where do you think you're going?" Galmar snarled.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust as the older man intercepted me as I tried to leave the Palace of the Kings. I realized that he wore the standard issued armor of high ranking officers in the Stormcloak army, but there was something about the man that reminded me of wet bear. Musky and rank smelling as well as cranky as hell.
"Out," I said simply.
"Have you cleared that with Jarl Ulfric?" Galmar asked suspiciously.
Ulfric was currently in the war room going over battle tactics with some of his other generals. I was a little curious about why Galmar, his highest ranking officer, wasn't there, but I suspected it was because the Nord wanted to keep an eye on me. He hadn't talked to me before now, but his constant glares clearly indicated that he felt the enemy was in their presence and it was his duty to eradicate me.
"Do I have to?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It was my understanding that I came here
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There were two horses bearing the Windhelm colors already in the High Hrothgar stables as the Imperial contingent filed in. With Tullius, Legate Rikke, Jarl Elisif, Jarl Balgruuf, their housecarls, and Ambassador Elenwen's mounts included, the small shed was overly full. The Greybeards had no need for horses, but they had the building for their rare visitors. It was highly unusual for them to have this many guests at once.
"Of course he did," Elenwen said as she smoothly dismounted. "He's much closer than we were, he has a smaller contingent, and he had to be here first to prove his worth."
"He's also not going to be happy that the ambassador is here," Rikke murmured to Tullius. Elenwen smiled, not acknowledging the legate's words. "You know how much Ulfric hates the Thalmor."
"What was I supposed to do, Legate?" Tullius replied lowly. "She's higher ranked than me and has every right to be here. I couldn't exact
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It was cold enough to freeze the breath still in one’s lungs. But Lydia Stormblade was a true daughter of Skyrim and she wasn't going to let something as insignificant as a blizzard in the high mountains of the Reach keep her from her goal.
It had taken her a whole week to get things in order in Windhelm before she could hit the roads. Yrsarald had been very displeased when she had refused any escort for her journey. Lydia couldn’t risk Delphine revealing that she was not the real Dragonborn and losing any support of her personal advisors. It was one thing to have your enemies declare you were a fake, but it was quite another when a supposed potential ally declared the same thing. She had simply explained that she didn’t want to make the Blades feel defensive with a warrior contingent on their doorstep and it was only appropriate that she present herself personally to their leader.
She hated to admit it, but part of her had
CuneiformI wrote you poems, splayed out among my scars;Cuneiform in Free Verse More Like This
delicate arabesques and arches of affection
in every prominence that time has perfected.
A language of its own erupts under your touch.
Our bodies now like old books -
stroked by eager hands over decades of deep thought,
lovingly thumbed and reread reread reread,
each gaze meeting new meaning, poised to ponder again.
You are the only that can read these wrinkles,
divine their intent, translate their implications:
all other ligament linguists are amateurs at this work.
The story does not end at the border of our forms.
We are only chapters in this endless mortal tome;
when the ink dries in our nibs, we will sing among the stars.
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breathe sunflowers onto your lips
worship your wrists, your thighs
and the curl of your ankles
crossed under the formica.
The sigh you fling from white throat
when you find music in the grass.
'Protect me,' you laugh.
I will. I will. I will.
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This is the end of the world
when God drops his teacup
and spills the earth on the floor
when eagles melt into anthills
and antlers pour into the dust
and God just laughs, laughs low
reaching for the dustbin.
We are done, concluded, experiment null
failed our purpose of aimless life
made meaning out of eggshells
and wars out of thin air.
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world
when I raise up my eyes and become stardust
Thank god, thank god, this is done.
Love poem to a scientistBless the elasticity of the universe.Love poem to a scientist in Free Verse More Like This
In its multitudes, you: orchestral
arrangement of DNA. Synchronicity.
The random happenstance that conjoins
two humans in mortal dance. Our cells.
Recombining in sterile ways; saliva
and spermatazoa, some primal part
of you. I can trace your lineage
from your wetnesses. Redress
rivalries, emerge from history,
triumphant, and marveling
at our spiral-shaped stars.
I dare not speak of souls
or pray fate bring us together.
Just momentary, our fleeting faces,
our flicker before the dark.
ConfessionsWhen you leave I dream about you.Confessions in Free Verse More Like This
My fingers play unseen melodies
on your ribs, and you breathe.
It is enough to think of you
stretched out, accordion,
on my bed.
The half-light of your eyes
as you pull yourself from sleep.
Ten cups of coffee, a cigarette apiece,
and murmured apologies for the lack of sound.
This is not enough. Will never be enough;
my body longs for symmetry, light touch
of a lover well-versed in pain.
We can have conversations about fate,
unwind the complicated tangles
of our parallel lives. But somehow
we don't. It is enough to face the day
knowing that you are there, binary code
written along my shins.
You have many names, and I have many more.
I write new ones with each exhale.
Transplant us to fairy tales, wide-eyed
and innocent, picking up breadcrumbs
with the wetness of our lips.
One day I will shove up against you,
taste your DNA, and uncoil you.
Mix our regrets and combine them
into a new form of apology.
Until then I seethe, and scheme,
Lady England and BelarusPresenting Her Majesty, Queen of the Kink-Lady England and Belarus in Free Verse More Like This
And I took off my clothes and was naked,
breasts bloomy like huge ancient oysters,
rocking in the swell of my sternum's hull;
you kissed grabbily, tasting every borough,
taking two rolls and stuffing your pockets
(good lord, are you famined-?)
Baby baby Belarus. You rose up and were invincible,
telling me of breaking boulders with your dirt-gilded hands
and of the bears you shackled with the barb-collared wire
that your father left you when he stole your virginity.
Don't try to impress me. I have pockets for eyes,
great-coated gentleman who tap wires into my fingers.
Twenty countries have passed through my birth canal.
There is few in the world I haven't strode upon
or been bestridden by, few things
that have escaped my ring-dipped dainty fingers. You,
For Novice PoetsDrink as if irrelevant;For Novice Poets in Free Verse More Like This
smoke ceaselessly, cheap;
casual sex and a pound of flesh
for measure. This is poetry -
you must bleed it, each day,
leech it from yourself
as sap from cedars.
You are not timeless,
and your clock runs swift:
shatter it. Scatter the grains
on the backs of your lovers
and never regret. This is poetry -
you pull it from under teeth
and infect yourself with words
until you are putrescent,
weeping, seeping under streetlights
and seeing yourself in puddles.
I can offer no advice but to write,
and write, and write, and read your words
just to remember
what it is to be human.
Adam no. 244Memory rots - we cored the appleAdam no. 244 in Free Verse More Like This
but the worms remained.
You are not god, Adam, and you will need help.
No. No, don't cry, please don't cry again.
You know what it does.
You know what it does to me.
Sometimes I dream about Adam dying
and I'm horrified to find his funeral
become a celebration. I wake panting
from those dreams and clutch him to me
like mala. It's not the dream that scares me
but the idea that I want it so much.
Angry on HolidayThe asthmatic rattle of a hotel heaterAngry on Holiday in Free Verse More Like This
that belches forth no heat:
We lay resolutely apart - marginally -
until, reluctantly, our bodies are plumb,
my bee-stung ass to your flat one,
our anger crowding us off the tiny bed,
threatening us with the promise of tangledness
mimicking our clothing hurled on the floor.
The empty threats flung to the corners of the room,
absorbed by the paintings too dull to remember,
seeping like radiation dripping off curtain hems
scuttling along certain floorboards -
so guilty, our love.
Despite of myself I can feel every part of you.
You smell fresh - Best Western's foul shampoo -
and I can hear your washing mashine heart,
the hunger sulking in your stomach.
I turn myself to twist your grey-painted hair.
Your mouth tastes of homecoming, a hundred times sorry,
and you reach up fingers to outline my throat.
No words, no voice, just hands intertwined -
forgiveness spoken by the touch of your thumb.
20Abort me Father, for I have sinned;20 in Free Verse More Like This
my natal naivete bears great prices,
burdens of body horrors never absolved,
how I knew not to scratch at eyes
or bite down on supple whiskerflesh
when you raped me.
I have missing organs, vital parts discarded,
holes where emotional ectomies eviscerated
my body. Suppurating. Unhealed. This flesh
cannot regenerate; I am left empty, hollow
and eyeless where the great scalpels swooped in.
You cannot save me. I flatlined 13 years ago,
exact moment unholy unions unpurified me,
bore away my soul.
They took my EEG. Nothing showed;
not even doctors can diagnose
the vastness of absence.
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 17)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 17) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 17: Back in Your Own Backyard
I found myself in the middle of a big, empty desert. It was vast, flat, and completely lifeless as far as I could see. It stretched for miles in every direction. I looked around, trying to find any kind of reference point anywhere on the horizon... but no. There weren't even any mountains. I've been in some desolate, inhospitable places before, but this...
There was nothing for it. So, I picked a direction and started walking.
I don't know how long I had been walking when I started thinking about that drug dealer, Dixon, and the last moment before I killed him. Then I realized that I wasn't actually remembering this so much as watching it unfold on the desert in front of me as I walked. I saw myself put the gun to his head. I saw myself pull the trigger. I watched as Dixon fell lifeless to the ground. Both Dixon and myself dissolved into sand and disappeared as I continued forward on my trip towards nowhere.
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 16)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 16) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 16: Recon
This is Mr. New Vegas, fanning the flames of your passion. Our top story this hour: Refugees at Bitter Springs are giving startling accounts of the Legate, known as Lanius, who is said to be Caesar's top field commander. One refugee told us that "The Legate took over an 'under-performing' squad of troops by beating its commander to death in full view of everyone." The Legate then ordered a tenth of his own troops to be killed by the other nine-tenths. And you thought your boss was a pain. The news this hour has been brought to you by The El Cortez Hotel and Casino: Where locals come to play. And now Nat King Cole reminding us what really matters with Love Me as Though There Were No Tomorrow. Because in New Vegas, hey, you never know.
"Hey, Veronica? Are you doing alright?" I asked Veronica as she, Arcade, ED-E and I made our way down Las Vegas Boulevard, towards the Strip's front gate. She looked up at me, confused.
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 8)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 8) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 8: Boulder City Showdown
You're listening to Radio New Vegas, your little jukebox in the Mojave Wasteland. I'm Mr. New Vegas, and I'm here for you with a bit of news. First up, reports have been coming in lately of several large unidentified aircraft, seen in the skies above the New Vegas Strip. Residents of Freeside are hoping they'll drop food, but I wouldn't get your hopes up, Freesiders. In other news, Goodsprings has fended off a mob of escaped convicts after organizing an impromptu militia that was, according to an old man, armed to the teeth with dynamite. This is Mr. New Vegas, signing off. Heh just kidding. I'm not going anywhere - my love for you is too strong.
"Hey Manny! You in there?" I called to the sniper as I knocked on the door to the dinosaur mouth, a sense of vague déjà-vu overwhelming me.
"Yeah, c'mon in," I heard the sniper reply. I opened the door, and Manny was sitting in his chair, pouring h
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 30)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 30) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 30: Unfriendly Persuasion
You're listening to Radio New Vegas, and it's time for some news. According to an anonymous source in the NCR, a Legion slaver party was wiped out last night in a failed raid of the Bitter Springs refugee camp. Two armed civilians that have yet to be identified inflicted heavy Legion casualties. The source said, quote; "God sent us two angels, and at least one of them had a .308 caliber flaming sword of justice - with a telescopic sight." Got a Tony Bennett song up next, letting us all know that "The Best Is Yet To Come."
"Hey, Sheason? You got a minute?" Boone spoke up from behind me as I walked away from the lodge. I looked behind me, and for some reason, he was the only one there - aside from ED-E. I knew Arcade was still in Henry's lab - he'd wanted to help Henry out in whatever way he could and elected to stay in the lab. But where were Cass and Veronica?
"Yeah, I always got time for you, man. What's
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 13)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 13) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 13: Smiling Sad
Good morning, to everyone out there in the Mojave Wasteland! You're listening to Radio New Vegas, and I'm your host, Mr. New Vegas. I've just received a news story, and I'll be honest listeners... this one is a bit strange. Apparently, several unidentified aircraft were spotted flying over the REPCONN Test Site yesterday by a local crackpot living in Novac. He spoke to a toy bear near one of our microphones: "It's ghouls, I tell you! Religious ghouls in space rockets, looking for a land to call their own! Don't you laugh at me! I know a spell that'll make you show your true form - a cave rat taught it to me!" This part of the program has been brought to you by the Triple Seven Hotel and Casino: Your lucky number is always Triple Seven. Coming to you next on the airwaves is a personal favorite song of mine. It's Peggy Lee singing that classic song, Why Don't You Do Right?
When I got back to the suite at the Lucky 38
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 5)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 5) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 5: Highway
That was Johnny Bond and his Red River Valley Boys with a little number called Stars of the Midnight Range. This is Radio New Vegas, and have I got news for you. I tried to measure my charisma on a Vit-O-Matic Vigor Tester once. The machine burst into flames. Just kidding, folks. I'll have some real news for you at the top of the hour, but right now I have more music for all my lovely listeners out there. In New Vegas, we know the pain that numbers can bring us. Well, so does Guy Mitchell, who's got Heartaches by the Number.
For a long while, neither of us spoke. We just sat in my Corvega in silence, ED-E flying nearby (and occasionally peeling off to take potshots at radscorpions). The ride this time around was a bit rougher than before, since I wasn't sticking to the road. I thought it would probably be a good idea to give Nipton a wide berth the second time around, so I was doing a bit of off-roading. It was times li
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 15)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 15) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 15: High Times
Welcome back to the program. This is Mr. New Vegas and I hope I'm not coming on too strong. That was "Cobwebs and Rainbows" by Bruce Isaac, undisputed king of the lounge scene in New Reno. Or, at least, he was - no one up north has seen or heard anything from Mr. Isaac in months. If any of my lovely listeners happens to see him, tell him Mr. New Vegas would love to hear him sing again. We'll have more news for you at the top of the hour, but right now I've got more classics to play just for you. Here's a personal favorite of mine: it's the original Mr. Las Vegas, Wayne Newton, singing his signature piece from 1963, Danke Schoen.
"Hey, Sheason?" Veronica called out after me as the group of us walked down Las Vegas Boulevard. "Why are we heading this way? I thought Dr. Usanagi's clinic was outside Freeside's gates, in the other direction."
"You're right. It is," I said with a shrug. "You know what else it is? Several
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 12)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 12) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 12: Circus
Daniel Wyand and I sat at the bar of the Rawhide Saloon, a pub in Shady Sands. We were sharing a drink and laughing about the events of the day. In all honesty, we probably shouldn't have been laughing - the two of us had both nearly died. But I guess laughing about it and drinking booze was helpful for taking the edge off.
Here's the long and short of what happened: the two of us had been hired to pick up a package from one of the warehouses on the outskirts of Shady Sands. Of course, neither of us had been told about the other courier. That situation was bad enough, but once that was finally settled and the two of us got to the warehouse, we found the guy who hired us dead, and the warehouse swarming with thugs who worked for the Mordinos - one of the crime families that ran New Reno far to the north. The two of us hightailed it out of there, and finally lost them after they chased us across half the city - shooting at us the whole time.
A Completely Different Night At The InventoryA Completely Different Night At The InventoryA Completely Different Night At The Inventory in General Fiction More Like This
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I stood in front of the large brick building for a few minutes, hesitant to knock on the door. I don't know why, but the outside of this place always gave me the creeps. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't recognize the skyline around the building - wherever it was, it wasn't New Vegas. The sign above the door (labeling the place as "Kent's Amusements") didn't help things any, nor did the light above the door that looked like a trio of crates lashed together with rope. Maybe it was the general back-alley nature of where it was located. Or maybe it was the door itself, peppered with bullet holes and blood splattered over the single word on the door: INVENTORY.
The Inventory. I've been here dozens of times, and I still wouldn't be able to tell you how to get here. The best way I can figure, getting to this place is sort of similar to Arthur Dent's technique for flying: with that, the trick is to aim for the ground when falling and miss.
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 104)New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 104) in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 104: All My Friends Have Off Switches
The words hung heavy in the air and echoed in the darkness. Where was I? Was I awake? Was I alive?
Did I care?
I willed my eyes to open. It took a few seconds for my sight to adjust past the blinding white light...
I was standing in the center of an enormous rocky canyon, surrounded by a scene of utter and complete devastation. The skeletal metal frames of destroyed buildings jutted out of the side of the sheer rock face at odd angles. Rubble was strewn all around me. I looked up, and the sky was a swirling mass of yellow and grey clouds, completely obscuring the sun.
There was something slightly off about this place...maybe it was the small white flurries that filled the air, like snow. Yeah, that was definitely it. A flake landed on my cheek, and I reached up with my left hand to brush it away; it was crushed beneath my fingers into a dark grey smear. That's when my mind put two and two toge
You Don't Know MeEverybody think they know you, but in reality they don't.You Don't Know Me in Free Verse More Like This
Only a few people know you.
Family maybe, but not always.
Close friends sure, but they have to be really close.
A person you love yes, but you have to share it to them.
Eventually they will know you.
But do you think that everybody who you work with and go to class with really know you.
I will say no, and here why, they have to take their time.
But they don't take their time to know.
They see you as a happy innocent person or a person who is sad a lot.
But in reality you can be the complete opposite.
So in a way you don't really know me.
But wouldn't it be nice to stop and think who the person really is.
Seriously, why well one it will cut down bullies.
Two is that you can be really close friends, who know how you felling.
Their probably many more reason, but in the end only few people know you.
Those people may be your only real friends rather they are the person you love or you best friend next door.
But sometime y
BurnA fire inside of me that burn with passion.Burn in Free Verse More Like This
Just want to combust and explode.
But it can't just yet, because it need to ignite.
Got to pour you heart and soul into it.
So it can explode.
Got to have a dream and need to be able to work toward it.
So the fire can erupt from inside.
And pour on out of you.
Like it was no one business in the first place.
Thinking to one self that I will make it and dominate.
So my fire can be filled with passion.
Screaming out in the open with the words that I can do it
and no one going to hold me back.
My fire going to burn like a burning sun.
People will eventually start to look at you and see that you have done it.
That you now mean business.
Your passion is the heart that spark it.
A spark that will last a century and more.
To burn brightly and defy all who look down upon it.
A fire that will continue to grow and no one can say anything about it.
Until the day that you made it.
Thanks to the burning fire from within.
Now all you can say fro
DaysYou live day by day.Days in Free Verse More Like This
Experience different stuff on each days.
You live, laugh, get mad and have all sort of fun.
You do routine similar each day.
You watch movie and eat food with friends and foes alike.
You cry and experience love at time.
While other time you experience heart break.
Then your days go on and you get over that heart break of your.
Eventually you move and fall in love with another.
Day in and day out.
No one day in the same.
You live your life your way you want.
You play around some days while other day you work hard at whatever you are doing.
Then you getting older and fine a person you love and have kids to sit down with you through the ages.
While second, minutes, hours, days, weeks goes by and the father of time say that you are getting older.
Then you recount you days of your youth, before the clock strike out.
You final message is that I guess I had a lot of fun when I was younger, so I have no regret when you take your last breathe.
Days keep on ticking thr
MissionEveryone has a mission in life.Mission in Free Verse More Like This
Some are boring, some are unique and some are fun.
Some also bring joy to the world.
Though in the end it all work out.
Or at least we hope it does.
We live through those day aiming for that end goal of a happy life.
Some people mission is to be a teacher, doctor, engineer, or even an artist.
All of which is a job that they want other to be happy with in their creation of help on society.
Others want to bring happiness and joy to the worlds.
While making friends in the process of it.
Friends do spread joy around the world, but they have to be great friends.
We live through the day’s one step at a time to bring happiness.
We step through the doors of time to make sure that that will happen.
While at time we are not sure where our life are going for that day or year.
But we live through it the best we can.
Even though some days are bad and just want to cry, because nothing seem to be going your way.
But sometime you just need to hold your
WishStar bright, star light, the first star I see tonight.Wish in Free Verse More Like This
This is just one of many wishes that people make.
Another is a birthday wish or a wish bone and many other.
People make wishing to look forward and I guess I do to.
I made a wish to win a tournament, because I play a lot of table top games.
Though it was a small wish and yet I won that day as well.
So I guess that these wishes really works.
So if that work, then I was thinking about wishing about being a millionaire.
So the next day I look to my left and then to my right, but I was soon disappointed.
While that went on for a few more day.
Searching beneath the bed and in the attic with no luck at all.
It got me thinking, if that was fate or something.
Or wishing was destine to happen.
Though I am not really sure myself.
Though I do know that wishing on stuff can grant you the small stuff.
It also doesn't mean that you can't have hope and miracle and it won't happen.
Because every day miracle happen no matter where you are.
PictureWhat is picture really and who is behind them.Picture in Free Verse More Like This
A face, a memory, and object or something else.
Well that is a good question.
Some people say a picture contains a thousand meaning.
I would agree with those people.
But their got to be something more than that.
A meaning and not just any meaning.
A meaning that is personally to the owner of the picture.
A picture is not only to be an object but also mean a lot to the owner.
Though you can say any picture mean a lot.
In that instance it won't because selfies and random object taken doesn’t mean anything.
So what does a picture that means a lot look like?
Why that is a simple question to answer.
A picture like hold memories of great time.
A picture you want to take and keep forever to help you remember those time.
A picture to remember your dead and lost one.
A picture that no other picture can replace.
That is what a true picture can have.
A picture that hold tremendous meaning to the owner.
That is what a picture is all about.
LoveLove is a virtue of time that bound stuff.Love in Free Verse More Like This
You wait for the moment of the perfect someone to come in.
Sometimes even give that person hope that might come real.
The hope might be because you have something unresolved.
Maybe you aren't sure yet.
Then the time that promise is made or break.
But I think if you really love someone, you know that what in the heart count.
It doesn't matter that it ugly or beautiful, because the heart make up for that.
You know when the love is meant to be.
Because you can make the other person happy or blush or have fun.
Then you know they probably are the one.
Even if you say stupid stuff, they still like you.
Even if you are complete numskull.
If they did talk to you at the end of the day, then you know it love.
It doesn't even matter if you make 1000 mistake or another one on top of it.
Just to make it mean that much more that you aren't perfect.
But do they care no.
Well that is a simple question.
Because it is love.
And you know it when
FriendsFriends is a unique term.Friends in Free Verse More Like This
I always wonder why I called people friends.
How can we give people name like that?
I been wondering that myself, but I know the answer.
Because we trust them, like, or have fun with.
No matter what they are great people.
They are the one that discuss each other hard time.
Sometime they are the one you fall in love with.
Go shopping with or even talk gossip with.
So the concept of friends is different from everyone.
Some are close and other aren't not.
And sometime you hate them and love.
No matter what they are.
They are still your friends.
Friend forever and friends for life.
WisdomAn Owl is said to have extraordinary wisdom.Wisdom in Free Verse More Like This
But does it really.
In fact don't we all have wisdom.
Though it may be big or small.
It is still wisdom.
I think the owl isn't really is all knowing, though it does have wisdom.
No one is really all knowing.
People like to think of themselves as that, but sadly they are not.
We have wisdom about some stuff of life, school, and other stuff in the world.
Then as we grow older we then gain more wisdom upon the stuff we already know.
Sometimes we are even showed up by the younger generation about stuff we never taught of or knew.
Then we gain a new wisdom that we never have.
Though owl is just a bird who fly like any other birds.
Though animal has wisdom in the own sense as well.
The grown up try to survive everyday of their life.
While most of us live happily in our own homes.
Wisdom is within us all, well you might of not think of it as first, but maybe now you do.
Wisdom is everywhere and it take the form of an owl.
Owl is that wise, but it i
Weak PersonWeak body.Weak Person in Free Verse More Like This
People treat you like a small person who is shatter inside.
But in reality you are a lot stronger
Just because you act a certain way doesn't mean you are weak.
So don't treat a person as some weak creature.
Don't treat them as a kid who is defenseless.
Because the thing you don't know are the stuff that really strong inside.
Strong enough to conquer mountains, to run miles, and to create a masterpiece of works.
So when you begin to think that you need to shelter the person, then think really hard on how much a person can really adore.
In reality some stuff does affect a person, but that person is strong enough to handle the emotion.
Is strong enough to go in battle with it.
So weak body, weak mind, and weak soul person.
Actually have the mightiest of body.
With the sharpest of mind.
And the bravest souls.
So is the person weak after all?
Cut Me Off (Scarecrow/Riddler) Eddie doesn’t know what has been thrown, but it’s something that breaks, shatters in the night into a million razor shards against the wall behind him.Cut Me Off (Scarecrow/Riddler) in Romance More Like This
“How dare you,” Jonathan growls, “How dare you, you ungrateful little whore!”
The word thuds into him with the smooth, true force of an arrow. Usually it’s enough to knock him back into something more instinctive, a rage that clouds his reason, but now it doesn’t even make him blink.
“Excuse me, Jonathan,” he snarls back, “Excuse me for wanting to be treated like a person!”
“What’s that s’posed to mean?” comes the dangerous hiss. Jonathan’s pale eyes gleam beneath his wild fringe of dark, curly hair. He’s so angry that he’s even beginning to slip into his old accent.
Don't Make Me Come Back There (Riddler/Scarecrow) “This is all your fault.”Don't Make Me Come Back There (Riddler/Scarecrow) in Humor More Like This
Dick rolls his eyes, trying to emulate Batman’s utter stoicism as the Batmobile rumbles on through the night. The road to Arkham is icy and treacherous at this time of year, so they aren’t hurtling along as usual. It is taking forever.
Behind him in the backseat, Riddler and Scarecrow continue to gripe at each other like children.
“If you hadn’t left a riddle we wouldn’t—”
“Of course I left a goddamn riddle, are you kidding? Why would you team up with me in the first place if you were so certain—”
“I honestly don’t know. I honestly do not know why I would put up with you for three weeks just for those damned notes—I could’ve just paid someone to br
Snowstorm “Hold still!”Snowstorm in General Fiction More Like This
“No you’re not!”
“Well excuse the fuck out of me for not being the steadiest on my feet in the middle of a god damn snowstorm.”
“Oh quit your bitching!”
Edward squinted down at Crane, flying snow and howling wind blurring everything, even his hearing. He shifted atop the strawman’s shoulders, reverting his attention to the temporarily stationary aerial and the device he was currently wiring into it. It was delicate work, better suited by far for less violent conditions, but he’d planned the entire three-day operation down to the last minute and it wasn’t his fault if mother nature decided on a temper tantrum. He wasn’t Weather Wizard for god’s sake.
“Hurry the hell up, Nigma—and this is your fault, so I
Death (Scarecrow/Riddler) The strangest thing about death, Jonathan decides, is that he really can't tell whether he's afraid of it or not.Death (Scarecrow/Riddler) in Romance More Like This
He contemplates this, sitting in his tiny holding cell, mentally preparing himself for his approaching demise. He's imagined his own death too many times to count, but it's strange now to realize that never once has it been by something so mundane as execution.
He has regrets, to be sure. Not many, and none of them concerning the charges that brought him to this point, but there are some.
I'm sorry, Edward. The phrase floats through his mind like leaves over still water, gentle and somehow calming. The pang of regret is less subtle.
"I'm so sorry, Eddie," he breathes, and the weight that settles upon him isn't fear but sadness. He doesn't believe in an afterlife, but he knows how terribly Edward will miss him.
Disruption (Riddler/Scarecrow, Hogwarts!AU) “Hey, Jonathan.”Disruption (Riddler/Scarecrow, Hogwarts!AU) in General Fiction More Like This
The words fade into existence in the margin of his enchanted notebook, emerald green and dripping with mischief. He looks up, over the heads of all the others taking notes from the blackboard, McGonagall lecturing away—totally oblivious to the brewing storm. Edward isn’t hard to spot, his bright ginger hair flaming out amid muted brown and black and blond. He’s grinning.
“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t,” Jonathan scrawls in the space where Nigma’s message has just been. The words fade into the parchment within seconds. He doesn’t dare look over again, can only wait for the next message.
Jonathan fumes silently.
“I will not. I don’t want to witness whatever you’re planning.”
Don't Leave Me (Riddler and Keeny!Crane) The hit stings, he can feel his lip split but his teeth seem to stay in place.Don't Leave Me (Riddler and Keeny!Crane) in General Fiction More Like This
“Little shit,” the mindless thug growls. The other two that hold Eddie for him chuckle stupidly, their huge hands bruising on his arms and wrists. “You can’t talk your way outta this one. We know what you got, and we want it.”
He doesn’t even dignify the brute with a response. He just spits in the asshole’s face. That earns him another strike.
He grins cockily at the moron. That enrages him further.
“Don’t you grin at me you scrawny little bastard. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.”
Eddie laughs. “You eat shit for breakfast?”
The idiot actually snarls, grabs his hair and pulls him close. Eddie squirms, glaring now into dull, muddy brown eyes.
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“Why?” Edward asks. Jonathan doesn’t jump, he’s felt the ginger there for the last few minutes. He hadn’t expected the question but he supposes he really should have. Not because he knows what the hell Edward is talking about but because it’s in his nature to question.
“Why what?” He sighs, not looking up from the words he’s finally forced himself to write. Edward’s pale, delicate hand rests on his shoulder as the younger boy leans over to see it.
“Why do you still write to her? Jason doesn’t.”
“I don’ care what Jason does,
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Good. Then stay, and hear the story of "The Scarecrow."
Once upon a time, there was a Scarecrow, born of screams.
A sickly thing, really. Unloved, unwanted, undesirable. Unworthy of life, to most.
But he was given it anyway, maintained by an evil Sorceress. Every day since the Scarecrow was born, the Sorceress reminded him that he was worthless, an abomination before God, and unworthy of life.
And when he was big enough, the Sorceress put him to work in the fields. The sun scorched him and flies bit at him without mercy. But he learned not to complain, not ever.
Complaining was bad.
And when he was bad, the Sorceress punished him dearly. She would order him to dress in his special suit as a symbol of her generosity. And then she would summon down a flock of crows to peck and claw at the poor Scarecrow, cawing and shrieking at him as though enraged by his misbehavior.
For years, the Scarecrow lived under the Sorceress. Every day he
Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler) Edward flinched when Crane suddenly lunged for him, but gasped as…As the thin, cruel mouth connected with his. He just stood, stunned, for a moment, before closing his eyes. Crane’s mouth opened just slightly, Edward following suit merely out of curiosity--and then moaned quietly as an adventurous tongue probed gently into his mouth, as though requesting permission. He moaned again, louder, with an answering groan from Crane, as they began to move together, exploring, tasting, wanting.Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler) in Romance More Like This
They flew apart suddenly, gasping for air, foreheads resting against one another.
Crane’s blue eyes were wide beneath his shaggy mop of dark hair, his panting mouth open. He looked shocked by his own actions.
There was a moment of gasping, wet silence and shared breath; Eddie brought a shaky hand up to the freckled face, the flushed skin.
With a feral growl, Crane captured his mouth again,
Crows (Scarecrow/Riddler) Edward fumbled with the heavy key for a moment before finally getting the door open. He had to admire Crane’s taste in hideout; spacious but discrete, a small, abandoned estate on the grounds of a deserted asylum.Crows (Scarecrow/Riddler) in Romance More Like This
He was only three steps down the hall when Crane nearly knocked him over.
“The hell, Crane?” The strawman didn’t reply, continued fumbling with the door, appearing almost frantic. It was worrying in a way that Edward couldn’t describe. It angered him more than a little, Crane’s irritating ability to put him at a loss for words.
“Crane? Crane, stop, dammit!”
He grabbed the taller man’s arm and yanked him around. The look in Crane’s pale eyes hit him with such force that he actually took a step back. His anger withered instantly under such a gaze.
It was fear. Not nerves or anxiety, but pure, bare
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First there was peace, silence and darkness until sharp, violent pain erupted from her shoulder, spreading rapidly through the entire left side of her body. Consciousness wavered in and out as she rocked uncontrollably in something wooden, creaking loudly across the sound of crunching gravel. Hyascinthe briefly made out the image of a hooded figure and tried to understand the words he spoke futilely, but exhaustion and pain conquered her will and her vision went black once more.
When she came to, her eyes struggled to focus on the stone, grey walls and glowing candles. The arrow no longer lived in her shoulder and the pain was dulled down greatly. First she simply listened to the muffled voices of two men, her eyes wandering around the room, attempting to search for anything that she may need to defend herself with. She was unable to clearly hear the conversation occurring nearby and, figuring she was alone, she attempted to sit up from the bed.
The pain spread like fire from her shoul
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The Oblivion Gate was something very new, very strange and very demoralizing for Hyascinthe. Had Anascia not been with her, the sneaky dark elf would have likely ended up as dinner for the daedroth. The giant, crocodile-like beasts would have taken far too many arrows to take down. Lucky for her, Anascia greeted the monsters with a shield bash to the face in unwavering valor.
Thanks to Anascia, the dark elf not only had her life, she now had knowledge of what to expect with the gates and knew how to get rid of them. Perhaps even more important, Hyascinthe was able to watch Farwil Indarys tuck his tail and run in the other direction to get away from her. The poor thing seemed to have forgotten his oath to court her. All in all, it was a good thing: Farwil left the gate up to more experienced fighters and returned home. Anascia made true to her word, so the Count would surely offer aid to Bruma.
The only thing that confused Hyascinthe was the fact that this gate wasn't like the one in Kv
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Hyascinthe woke up, startled, but didn't move a muscle. She closed her eyes again and listened intently, thinking about the events that she was sure had occurred. When she heard nothing, she took a chance to open her eyes and look around the dank, damp walls of Fort Farragut. There were dimly lit candles over on his desk, the wick nearly burned out. She was alone.
The dark elf sat up in bed and looked around, her eyes focusing in the darkness. She pulled the blanket up around her and heard something fall to the floor beside the bed. Turning her gaze downward, she saw the faint glow of parchment paper.
She felt her stomach drop at the sight of the paper, simply staring at it for a moment as if she were waiting for it to move of it's own accord. She covered her face with her palm and tried to erase the memories of what happened from her mind.
What the hell did I just do? She thought to herself as she looked back down to the parchment. Sighing, she leaned down to pick it
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Hyascinthe had very little choice; at least, this is what she tried to tell herself repeatedly as the highly annoying altmer followed her back to Leyawin. She had successfully slain Phillida without detection, but the guards saw her in the water when she severed his finger. Luckily, they hadn't seen enough of her to determine her race or physical features. In their pursuit of her, she crashed into this altmer who instantly asked if she would be willing to aid in some foolish quest. Hyascinthe agreed and the two women traveled to Fort Blueblood, where the dunmer killed what she had inadvertently assumed to be the target. Regardless, this Anothir had gotten what she came for and the two began their march back to Leyawin.
"I hate this part of Cyrodiil," it began to whine. "It smells so awful. There are bugs everywhere I think I just ate one! Yuck!"
"If you kept your mouth closed," Hyascinthe, although annoyed, couldn't help be smile, "you wouldn't eat any now, would you?" Maybe it
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"I know this is not something you and your associates would normally take," a male voice caught Hyascinthe off guard as she stepped clear from the bath. Still soaking wet, she wrapped herself in a large piece of cloth and tip toed to the edge of the doorway.
"Indeed," Lucien's voice was deep, irritated. "I am still quite entertained at the idea of you believing I am part of this Dark Brotherhood."
"Please, Mr. Lachance," the voice said calmly, "I have no interest in exposing you or your associates. I merely need someone with your unique set of talents to watch over my sister. She is a fool, but she is the only family that I have left. For your efforts, I will pay you handsomely."
Hyascinthe heard a large bag of coin hit a wooden surface. It was a heavy coinpurse very heavy.
"I will even offer you blood payment if you so desire. Truth be told, the Mages Guild has many enemies," the voice paused. "Yet, I can almost guarantee you there will be enough blood shed on the ba
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The moment she left the ruined walls of Kvatch, she felt an overpowering presence follow her. No matter how many times she tried to hide, the feeling was there. A few times, Hyascinthe used other travelers on the road, shaking the feeling for a while, but the sensation of being followed and watched returned relentlessly. She had been heading east, toward Morrowind and refused to stop and rest, the paranoia of being followed pushing her body forward for days. She eventually had to give in and rest, but it presented another problem.
She had remained close to the road up until Skingrad, where she decided to venture away from the city and prying eyes of other people. It was there that the presence seemed to close in on her and she had pushed herself too hard. Now, she found herself extremely weakened, hungry and cold.
Deciding it was best to gather warmth first, she sought out signs of fire and came upon a small camp owned by what must have been a homeless wretch. With neither remorse nor
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Assassination became a form of self-expression for Hyascinthe. She developed rapidly with each given contract, eager to master every ability in her arsenal. The dark elf found that she gained strength, confidence and power with each murder, as if their life force became her own. It made her crave the kill. In addition to the act itself, Hyascinthe recently proved herself a master of deception, successfully annihilating an entire house full of guests.
"Remember the pretenses under which the guests are there. They will be suspicious. You must be as effective an actor as you are a killer. It would be a good idea to talk to each guest and appeal to their good disposition. Remember, if they like you, they may open up to you." She recalled Teinaava's advice and performed admirably.
For the men, she had used her beauty. For the women, she used her distrust of the men. They all fell for it, eventually. The first murder was committed at night, and that's all it took for her to turn them
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Hyascinthe settled into her new home quite easily. Farwil held true to their bargain, unaware that the woman deceived him into doing so, even going as far as to have the house fully furnished for her. Not only did he provide everything a home would need, he gave her some of the finest things available in the area. Hyascinthe almost felt sorry for the poor fool almost.
She spent the next several days in relative peace, occasionally having to entertain the young Farwil. As fate would have it, there came a day where she allowed him inside the house, if only to take advantage of the freshly baked sweet rolls he brought to her. Together, they sat and ate and she pretended to listen to the bragging stories of his Knights of the Thorn.
Instead, she thought about Lucien, becoming more and more paranoid with each passing day that she hadn't heard from him. Perhaps it was because he knew not where she had run. Perhaps it was because he had finally satisfied his desire for her. When the tho
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"Rufio lies dead. Well done," the dark dramatic voice of Lucien Lachance startled her awake. "How do I know this? You will find that the Dark Brotherhood knows a great many things. For you are now part of the family."
Hyascinthe had left the Inn of Ill Omen behind, making her way toward Bravil, where she rented a room in hopes that it might deter Lucien from coming for a little while. The reality of her situation began to weigh in: first she killed for survival, and then Lucien showed up, made an offering and she slew a man she did not need to. She watched, suddenly fascinated with taking a life, apathetic on poor Rufio's worth. The realization that she basked in the glory of murder intimidated her. She began to doubt herself, wishing to understand why she did just as Lucien asked, and so eagerly.
"Now heed these words," Lucien began, his voice dropping lower, "The slaying of Rufio was the signing of a covenant: the manner of execution, your signature Rufio's blood, the ink. As a
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Hyascinthe had grown substantially, almost unnaturally fast. She began to fill out the leather armor Ocheeva had given her, as well as nearly perfected her skills in the arts of assassination in a few weeks time. She had learned most by watching the other family members: Telaendrill with her bow, Ocheeva and Teinaava with their blades. They had even gone as far as teaching her their skills, giving her the opportunity to learn from their experience. By far, she favored the bow: being able to climb a structure, such as a tree, or perch on a rooftop and fire from the shadows proved most beneficial to her. She had good form with daggers and short swords, but her strength endurance was a weakness, which would take months of grueling training to enhance.
The time had come for Hyascinthe's first contract. The target proved a challenge for the young dunmer: a pirate captain on a ship docked in the Imperial City. Boarding the boat unseen was not so much of a challenge, since she waited, scoutin
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Author's Note: This is my first real and earnest attempt at a video game fan fiction- Skyrim, to be exact. To stay as true to the video game as possible, I have employed a hybrid of in-game storylines and dialogue coupled with my own, made-up ones. This was also done in order to build a coherent story that could be read. So without further ado, enjoy, Skyrim and/or Farkas fans! Disclaimer: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is Copyright 2011 Bethesda Softworks. The character of Roxanne and original story additions are mine. Warning: Some profanity.
It was nightfall, and we had arrived at Sky Haven Temple. I was decked out in my Blade armor, carrying my Shield of Ysgramor and Elven Sword of Fire. My husband, Farkas, was with me, carrying his Honed Ancient Nord Greatsword of Fire that I gave to him as a present. We were trying to find our way to Markarth for the first time, and we only knew
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The next day, he went down to the Arcaneum and found Danielle sitting down at a table, poring over some books. As he approached, she looked up and their eyes met. "Hi, there!" he greeted, and she smiled and replied, "Hello!"
"Whatcha studying?" he asked.
"Oh," she began and let out a sigh. "I've actually been trying to read the school rules and regulations. There are so many of them."
Onmund rolled his eyes and said, "Ugh, tell me about it. They're about as hard to decipher as ancient Nordic histories. Which ones are you having a hard time with?"
Danielle sighed. "All of them. I mean, does this one make any sense to you: 'Only practice spells which are in your particular school of magic.' Weren't we using wards yesterday? That isn't Destruction magic."
Onmund chuckled. "Yeah. That's a ridiculous one, isn't it? Tolfdir told us to practice those, though, so I guess it's all right. It would be
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The enrollment period was now over and the first day of classes had come. Onmund couldn't have been more excited. Like a young boy being promised a dessert of warm sweet rolls, he felt hungry for all of the days ahead of him- for all of the learning and using spells. He was going to do his best to impress the teachers and elders and study as hard as he could so he could ace all of his exams. In no time at all, he knew that he could reach Apprentice-level like Brelyna and even go beyond that. But for the most part, he kept to himself all of his hopes and accomplishments. He was not exactly shy about his positive traits, but he was smart enough to know that his deeds would speak the loudest when it came to demonstrating his knowledge to others. Maybe that was the Nord in him. Therefore, he wasn't a braggart.
J'zargo, on the other hand, was very vocal about his achievements. He constantly reminded Onmund and Brelyna and any other person who would listen about how good he was with
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The next morning, Onmund awaited more news from Danielle after she had spoken to Savos Aren. It finally came when she visited him after breakfast.
"He told me to go ahead and locate the Staff of Magnus," she explained. "But he doesn't know where to find it. He said to talk to Mirabelle. Want to come with me?"
"Sure!" he responded, and he got up with her.
They found Mirabelle in the courtyard and approached her.
"Well, hello Danielle, Onmund. Need something?" she asked them.
"Yes…do you know anything about the Staff of Magnus?" Danielle asked her.
Mirabelle crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Well now that's an odd question. Why in the world would you be asking?"
"Arch-Mage Aren said you'd mentioned it recently," Danielle responded.
"I see," Mirabelle replied uncertainly. "Well yes, I suppose I did mention it, though I'm not sure what he expects me to tell you. I only brought it to his attention a few months
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“Aghh!” Simon cried out as a cloud of frost seemed to engulf him.
Onmund and Danielle sprang into action and ran forward to unleash their spells on the creature. Simon fell to the ground on his knees, desperately struggling to wipe all of the ice off of his face as the two Adept mages fought the Ice Wraith. Onmund struck it repeatedly with Lightning Bolt as Danielle unleashed a stream of Flames every time it flew by her. Soon, the creature exploded, sending ice crystals flying everywhere, and Onmund remembered to turn around and shield his face as the crystals flew at him. Now with everything quiet, Onmund and Danielle ran to Simon and helped him off the ground. His lips, eyebrows, and the tip of his nose were covered with frost and Danielle quickly cast a light healing spell to melt it off of him, and Simon busily wiped away the melted ice off of his face.
“Are you all right?” Onmund asked him.
“Yeah, yeah, I
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He saw a figure standing in the room in front of the orb. As he drew closer, he saw that it was Tolfdir. Tolfdir turned around, and his face lit up. "Onmund! Danielle! What fine timing. Come look at our discovery."
"Tolfdir, I've got the books that Urag was looking for," Danielle said to him.
"Did you now?" he replied. "That's wonderful. No doubt he will be very happy to have them returned. As for me…I just can't seem to tear myself away." He went back to gazing at the orb. "Whatever this is, its beauty is like nothing I've ever seen before. If you'd allow me to indulge myself for a moment, I thought I might make a few observations…"
He doesn't seem to care at all about the books, Onmund thought. He looked at Danielle and shrugged as Tolfdir beckoned them to come closer to the orb. Onmund had to admit, it was striking. The surface of it caught the dappled light falling into the room a
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The carriage stopped at the gates of Winterhold and the young Nord mage, Onmund, looked up to see a sleepy little winter town up ahead on the road. Having packed a meager amount of supplies in a hide sack, it was easy to carry up the several hundred steps up into the town. There was a light snow falling, but judging from the white caps that he could see upon the waves of the sea far down below, he knew that the weather would worsen soon. He hurried into the town and made his way up the middle of it to reach the College before the sun went down.
He had been waiting for this moment all his life- to get into the College of Winterhold and be formally trained as a sorcerer in Destruction magic. His mentor, Frodrig, trained him in Novice- and Apprentice-level Shock spells so that he could satisfy the prerequisites of the College, and when he was greeted by a stuffy, weary elf mage in front of the College, he was able to show off his skills easily to her and be accepted into the gates.
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They quickly made their way through a series of tunnels until they got to a door that they hadn’t opened before. Danielle pulled it open and gasped when they saw Ancano standing there. “Ah ha! Found you!” he exclaimed and readied a spell.
Danielle instantly raised her staff and Onmund readied his spells. But after a closer look at the Thalmor’s face, he realized that it wasn’t Ancano.
“So, you made it out of there alive,” he declared. “Ancano was right…you are dangerous.”
“Who are you?!” Danielle demanded, channeling a fire spell in her left hand and still holding the staff with her right.
“Estormo, a name you will remember well when I am through with you. Not that you will, anyway,” the Thalmor mocked. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take that staff from you now. Ancano wants it kept safe…and he wants you dead.
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Back at the inn, they met Kjeld, Iddra, and other familiar faces again, and the inhabitants there were ecstatic to see them. Iddra immediately provided them a meal of hot beef stew and insisted that it was on the house, but Danielle and Onmund wouldn’t hear any of it and pressed some Gold upon them anyway. They were also almost convinced to take a room for free, though, but as they wanted two separate rooms, they agreed to pay the full price.
Onmund slept very lightly and fitfully that night, worrying about the “time of trial” that was allegedly going to occur at the College the next day. He tossed and turned all night, but at one point he must’ve fallen into a deep sleep because he suddenly awoke to a knock on his door. He opened his eyes and groggily asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s Danielle,” he heard the soft voice reply. “I’m sorry to wake you, but we should probably head back to the College n
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J’zargo immediately prepared his spell and asked, “Any Draugrs in here?”
“Probably,” Onmund replied. “Just be on the lookout.”
As they continued forward, they saw a horrific sight before them. There was blood all over the floor and a few dead bodies lying in the middle of it.
“How horrible!” Brelyna commented as she took a step forward.
Just then, Onmund noticed the pressure plate on the floor right as she stepped onto it. Danielle must’ve seen it just then, as well, because together, he and Danielle reached out and grabbed her by the arms.
“Ouch!” Brelyna cried out as her two friends yanked her back just as spears came shooting out of the statues on each side of the wall, right where she had been standing just seconds before. She then let out a gasp.
“Ancient traps,” Danielle explained, as she and Onmund let go of her.
“That pressure plate you stepped on set it