Dead DreamsPrologueMore Like This
Ronan wasn't sure when he'd last seen anyone so brave. Or when he'd last met a girl he could imagine himself wanting to be with.
Ceri, in her pretty yellow sundress and impractical black flip flops, with her usually olive toned face pasty, walked very slowly, almost hesitantly down the corpse road.
Blue, Gansey, and Adam stood back, watching. Blue had only hours before told Ceri where to follow the corpse road, the same way the soon-to-be dead walked on St. Mark's Eve every year.
Her eyes, Ceri's dark brown eyes, were blurred as she took in her surroundings. Her amulets jangled with each step, a sharp, metallic clank in the quiet night.
“It veers-” Blue began, but Ceri followed the invisible road without help. “Do we follow her?” Blue asked quietly. “Should we?”
Ronan began following Ceri, his eyes focused on the bright yellow of her swishing dress, the crackling of her flip flops over dead leaves.
“We can't let her come
Dance with the Devil Chapter 11 Chapter ElevenZaerya OrtonMore Like This
When I opened my eyes, I was on the ground. Not the floorthe ground. I was outside. Not very surprising; I'd fallen asleep outside, after all. I looked around as I stretched, searching for Chris. He was snoring and leaning against a tree. His hands were torn to ribbons and I felt a pang of sympathy, so I grabbed my bag and looked for my antiseptic and the bandages.
The sympathy vanished when the wind shifted and I caught the strong scent of stale whiskey coming from him. I wrinkled my nose in disgust; he smelled like the floor of a bar.
"Get up, idiot." I nudged him with my foot, trying to keep my nose as far from him as possible.
He grunted but his eyes remained closed.
I kicked him now and he growled, hazel flaring between his eyelashes for a moment. "Get up. Come on. Open your eyes."
He obliged, only to curse me to some place that I couldn't decipher amongst the slurring. Despite my inability to understand him, I had a good guess of wha
Dance with the Devil Chapter TenChapter TenNiko AverinMore Like This
I had been on Siren Isle for six weeks when Kestrel announced we were going to leave. Not permanently or for very longjust for the day. She woke me up before the sun rose and told me to get dressed.
When I got out of the shower, I gaped at my own reflectionas was normal for me in the mornings. I was always used to seeing myself as a scrawny, thin stick figure with bony angles. Now I had muscle packed into my thin frame and the changes were startling, to say the least. I wasn't anywhere near the level Tamas was at, but I was definitely bigger than I had been when I arrived, however unintentional that arrival was.
With a loud sigh, I unfolded the clothes that Captainand that's all we called him, apparentlyhad brought me two weeks ago, along with a supply of gasoline (for the generators that gave us electricity) and other foods that we couldn't get from the rather lush island. He'd stayed for dinner; he and Tamas had grilled me
Dance with the Devil Chapter NineChapter NineThistle BurkeMore Like This
"Thistle. Thistle!" A hand shook my shoulder. "The dog is making a weird noise. What's she doing?" Marcus asked frantically.
"What?" I asked in a mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I heard the noise and started opening my door automatically. "Stop, stop the car! Stop the car, quick!"
We barely made it before Eris was puking all over the floor and onto the shoulder of the road when I managed to get her out. She let out a hacking cough, then a burp, then looked up at me with sad eyes.
I rubbed her stomach gently, sitting next to her with my legs splayed at odd angles. "Oh, I bet that was horrible, wasn't it baby?" I cooed, trying to soothe her.
I looked up to see Marcus looking across the cab to the puddle of pup vomit on the floor. I winced.
"I'll clean that up." I said, standing up to start.
"No, I'll do it." He sighed, rolling his eyes and getting out to round the truck to our side.
I knelt next to Eris again and started stroking and cooing.
I was looking for youTitle: «I was looking for you»More Like This
Author: gaarik (or ulkiorrik)
Gamma: FanOldie-kun, AnaisPhoenix
Genre: romance, AU, drabble
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite
Note: write request: Ulquiorra/Orihime, Tanabata night. «All my life I went to see you»
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Standing at the top of the dome of Las Noches, when she saw a weak spark of understanding in a sight of dying Ulquiorra for the first time she understood all that he understood himself only now.
He was mistaken, he was mistaken for a long time. Ulquiorra considered spiritual unity as a nonsense, a pity human property. And he understood that actually the spiritual communication is the most