“I’m sorry.” The words hung in the air and Alessio didn’t move to several seconds. Had anyone ever said that to him? Maybe Leander had at some point…probably not but it would’ve been because he’d thought it was best for Alessio to ‘tough it out’. No, nobody had ever actually apologized to Alessio and meant it, except now…?
Alessio stared up…[Read more]

Someone behind him laughed the moment he mentioned maps. Alessio nearly tensed and looked back. It was the wary one, Isaac? He reminded Alessio too much of his brother, but he pushed aside the thought and tried to refocus.
“Are there any strategies I’m missing? Any ideas?”
Nithel gave him a half bewildered look and seemed preoc…[Read more]

Ha thanks, these guys are so fun to write with!

( *But there’s no candy left cos Ehud ate it all and is now sugar high leaving Rosario to smirk at the chaos ensuing.* )

Thanks so much! That means a lot to me that I can work a shipable couple and I’m enjoying it so much!
Btw, Liorah’s fear is sooo identifiable! It’s really goo…[Read more]

Ant eaziz,” Alessio glanced at him, not sure whether he was more perplexed by the odd language Nithel spoke in or his reaction. At the very least he’d probably anticipated a harsh lecture. “I am sorry. I do not like cold or wet places.”
Really? Alessio quirked an eyebrow, not sure he’d met anybody who’d admit as much. Nithel certainly w…[Read more]

@sylvain-alistair
Ooh Avatus’ll be interesting!

@kimlikesart
Heh, I love how in all the other posts Alessio’s been ‘his friend’ but now he’s ‘his charge’ like “you are an impulsive kid and I need to mom-friend you now.”

What Alessio had meant by “sadistic” was that love seemed to involve a pointless amount of pain if there was no afterlife or purpose to life other than to enjoy yourself. For instance telling the truth instead of what people wanted to hear seemed to inflict unnecessary pain if it weren’t for the fact that love wanted the other to be their best,…[Read more]

“Tis good love is not an emotion then.” Nithel’s voice was somber and kind. Alessio smiled back at him in response.
“No, it’s a way of life. And a rather sadistic one at that if you don’t count for eternity.” Still consciously trying not to hide, Alessio stayed as close to Nithel as feasible. The whole place was so enclosed and, while Al…[Read more]

Absolutely not 🙂 WELCOME TO MY DOMAIN MWHAHAHAHA!!!

“Here.” Faeryn felt a canteen slipped into her fingers. Dead. The wood had no life like the castle. Carefully she sipped the cool water that tasted not quite the same. Rowan. An interesting name for an interesting person, or elf; her footsteps were lighter than humans’.
“Are you goi…[Read more]

Some of the group had begun telling stories and that was good for morale. Rosario listened partway but she enjoyed the sound of warming talk more than the actual stories and her mind had plenty to occupy it; food and water rations were scarce to none-existent, most of the group were injured which would likely attract more predators, and Ehud had…[Read more]

@hannahrenner
‘K sis. Challenge accepted…ish!
Here’s something like a short story I cooked up…idk how long ago… 😛

See You Over the Edge

If you can read this you’re all alone.
The guns are in the graffiti locker, the one with the red star. Trust me, you’ll need them. If you hear a bump don’t open the door. We won’t be there,…[Read more]

“I meant what I said, you know.” Nithel held his gaze for several seconds, determined. It sliced like a knife in his chest. No one had ever bothered to press him if he acted ok, it had been beaten out of him to say he wasn’t. He knew Nithel meant it, cognitively, but so many other times…
Nithel sighed softly and released Alessio from his sta…[Read more]

@skylarynn
Gotta say I love with the wood symbolism 🙂 !

With a quiet creak the door skidded open as soft as crinkling paper.
Tip tap…
Tip tap…
Through her eyes the elf was tall and wraithlike webbed with letters and words across pages sliced with twisted imprints of psyche. Well, I say her eyes but they were bli…[Read more]

Dak, the youngest boy in a family of five stares at a stranger striding across the street too busy for him to bother her. She had odd pointed ears and dressed like a warrior. The boy ran off the tell his parents and everyone he passed. It wasn’t every day they were met with newcomers to the village.
Vikky, the washerwoman murmured with h…[Read more]

Well, truth be told I say all my ideas bad and say ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ to myself whenever I have to do anything even vaguely unfamiliar so I don’t over-analyze and become stress-paralyzed. It’s my way of letting go of perfectionism, be like ‘it’s a bad idea but I’m gonna do it anyway’ attitude and that frees me to actually just be me…[Read more]

“A boy in pain, lost and alone.” Nithel said “A man, seeking truth. Trying to escape a cage.”
Alessio didn’t look up, processing the words slowly. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with someone pegging him but it was true all the same and he almost felt Nithel wasn’t going to use it against him.
“But, do you know what else I see?” Without…[Read more]