Part 5: The HeroineThe terrain spun in a spiral of colors as the trio finally came to a stop. Dizziness overtook Link's body as he fell backwards onto the ground and nausea up-roared in his lurching stomach. Clamminess seeped over his faded skin as he lay on his back.More Like This
"I think we went a little too fast for him " Ganon whimpered worriedly.
"Yeah poor guy isn't used to that kind of teleportation," Dorian agreed.
The twins helped Link back to his feet, holding him up on their shoulder and waiting for him to recover.
"Sorry about that, mate," Dorian apologized.
"Yeah, we're just trying to keep the Twinrova off our trail in case they tried to follow us," Ganon explained.
Link simply nodded, finally regaining his bearings and retaking his feet. When he got a good look at where they were, he realized that they had stopped outside of the Sacred Grove. Link then noticed that Dorian had fallen still, his eyes closed and head reeled back, almost like a puppet left with only its strings to support it.
Part 2: The UnexpectedHe barely even remembered how he had gotten here. The village children and Rusl, all of which had convinced him out on a walk through the Faron Woods, surrounded him as they traveled along the familiar paths. He followed along quietly, his feet mechanically moving forward across the firm dirt path. His gaze wandered from the early-morning sky to the trees that glistened like emeralds in the bright sunlight. The shrills of cicadas and chirps of birds rang through his ears along with the occasional laughs of the children when a rabbit or a squirrel ran by. He felt a smile curl across his lips; he had missed moments like this while he was out fighting evil and being here again made his entire journey worthwhile. He let the warmth of the air and joy in his heart wash over him, almost completely forgetting about the rest of the world.More Like This
The sudden snap of a nearby twig brought him back to reality. He automatically felt himself set into the hero again, coming to an immediate halt as he turned
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Prolouge: Sequel series to His Butler, it's written to that the reader doesn't have to have read His Butler but, this makes it a bit more fun if you have read. This is a new and continuing series.
POV: Ciel Phantomhive
Pain. Pure and simple as that, such a powerful emotion that blossoms from so many others but stems from one very important one-love. Pain and love, that's all I see on his face as his face, the face of my butler and lover, Sebastian Michaelis grasps my hand tightly. On the back of my palm beams the seal of contract between Alois Trancy and me, the deep blue ink marking my sin in this new life as a demon.
For the first time in my life I see the stoic and strong composure of Sebastian tremble as he opens his eyes, that pure crimson bearing into me. He grips my hand tighter, anger tearing into his expression as love masks it out of some sort of sick compassion. That beautiful jaw of his clenches tightly as it grinds into his teeth; a small shake of the head ce
Untitled: PrologueSyrr sat up, yawning. He looked over his surroundings; the red velvet carpet, the gold colored chair cushions and the soft cream colored sheets and comforter. To him it looked very Boring. He turned his head to look at his master.More Like This
Caren was facing away from him, his body was tangled in the mess of sheets. Syrr's eyes skimmed over the well toned muscles of his back. He mentally counted all the scratches and bruises that covered his soft skin. There were fifteen this time. A little under his normal count. He grinned to himself, there were after all still the ones on the front of his body that he hadn't counted. He decided to let it go, he didn't feel like it this morning anyways.
He shook off the sheets and stood up silently, taking care not to disturb his sleeping partner. Syrr walked to the restroom for a much needed shower. When he had finish about 20 minutes later, Caren was nowhere to be seen. The bed was still a mess. The white button up shirt and black trousers were missing
83. HealOnce more a piece dedicated to Syrrhaal, and to his fascinating universe of foxes. After having read about Nahdr, I want to try to capture even this character in a piece. I hope I'll do it right.More Like This
Stumbling through the woods, Raphael inhaled with a pained expression. He had been looking for Cherosh since hours now... or had it been days already? It didn't matter, as his twin brother still hadn't shown. His vision was blurring and darkening again, and this time, it was impossible to keep himself from collapsing on the soft ground. "Cherosh... Where are you, brother...?"
It was tremendous, unbelievable luck that Raphael was found unconscious by some foxes. They knew Cherosh, and for some time thought they once more had found Cherosh after having pulled some reckless stunt again. But the smell of this one didn't match... Still, it wasn't a full human. Like Cherosh, Raphael had become a halfblooded angel. Though in his case, the scars of so many lives had completely vanished.