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CCSW Chapter 1"Go."
Turning he stood staring as hard at that crack, in that stone, in that wall, that was opposite of her form, as he could. To think she had the nerve to even look regal sitting on the floor. He had to do this. The words felt like acid as they came out.
"I don't want you any more."
He tried a smirk even if she couldn't see his face. Even if it was a lie to himself. Feeling her movement as much as hearing it he knew she stood, heard her breath accelerate. Oh, If he saw her tears he may be swayed to believe her. To think that someone like her could love him. Want him. No he had to block out the sweet poison, he couldn't be weak. She was out the cell's door, he was nearly free! But then she was turning and shouting at him. Staring down the dark one nearly nose to nose.
"You are freeing yourself. You could have had happiness, if you would just believe that someone would want you!.... and you couldn't take the chance..."
His face wanted to crack, show his shock. His heart wanted to break
CCSW Chapter 2His hands were wrapped around the delicate china's white walls. The warmth radiated from the hot tea into the shimmering gold green skin. How could she stand to touch the texture of his flesh at all? Golden eyes stared at the amber fluid that rippled from slight tremors of his hands. It wasn't possible to tell her all the details, the losses and weaknesses he had as a man. He could tell her why he couldn't let his power go. Not until he had killed that simpering queen. What had he been thinking, teaching her so much? Had he learned nothing after creating the mother's power base?
"I told you once there was a son. He was very dear to me, and in an attempt to protect him, as well as make him proud of me I suppose, I took on this curse. I became the 'Dark One' deliberately and on purpose."
Hurrying through the last sentence so he wouldn't be stopped by her stunned intake of breath, he did pause now to look at her. There was a small 'v' between her brows as they reached toward her hair and
AIW The Path Chapter 11 AIW The Path Chapter 11
The brilliant light of dawn found the couple embraced beneath the silver and blue duvet cover of Alice's bed. Tarrant's pale arms held her slim form to his chest, her head resting over his heart, and blond curls tumbling in random bedhead fashion all around. Her own arms embraced him delicately. The metallic colors of the room all seemed to glint with gold as if thy lived in a dream world of sunbeams. As he reclined back on pillows the light invaded his sleeping lids before hers. Bringing him to consciousness.
When reality tugged him up to greet the day, the hatter was torn between glee and disappointment. His dreams last night were the stuff of legends, hot passionated love and sweet delicate touches, between himself and his sweet little Alice. How could he willingly leave his dream world? Though there really wasn't a decision to be made he had already left that utopia. Eyes still closed he took in the warm light letting it fill him. Funnily
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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