Crashing DownIt couldn't have been a more perfect life.From the time when Dare took those first fateful steps out of the chaotic Tolcher household and onto the path of a bright and independent future, the teenaged Legend felt a certain degree of relief. He could never place it, but the release of an unbeknownst burden and his first breaths of freedom provided the motivation to rebuild his life the way he had always intended it to be.At least, as far as he could remember, anyway.But was that really the problem; memory? Or is it in the remembering that this bliss, this taste of idealistic yet naïve sustenance, he unconsciously buried what did not
Dare's Death SceneHe can't remember what exactly initiated it; could have been the shared panic, or the blinding fury always breathing within his self. But before he knows it, the fragile thin frame of the other is roughly pinned into the dirt, and his strong hands are gripped around his neck. Driving a knee further under his brother's ribcage, Ink can't help but grin at a wheezing cry that escapes his victim's lips.It looks as if Dare tries to mouth out a word or two, but without the luck of making noise. Pressing his thumb down on the younger boy's windpipe, satisfaction grows as the struggle begins. He always likes when they give up a fight, makes it more
Nine Levels: Lust UNFINISHEDClick, click, click.An absurd silence consumes the party of the corrupted and perverse high ranking filth of the worlds. Their unified source of amusement for this Wednesday evening is just starting to take an interesting turn, determined only by the mere weight of chance and fate.If Pandora were one to believe in such a thing, she'd find the roulette's choice a very ironic joke. Fortunately for her, the High Council Time Ranger believes in nothing more than happenstance, hand in hand with social hierarchy contributing to an imbalance of fortune, whether in your favour or not. She also believes herself to be of superior renown and the hig
Nine Levels: IntroductionIf ever more significant was a sky as red as the apple that stopped the white maiden's breath, then tonight, a simple Wednesday, would serve as a reminder of such significance. But as it were, a night in which fate itself would take a spin on loaded probability, would stand alone, unabated, waiting to taste and to bathe in such a sky as this.Tapered fingers explore soft dark curls of hair, twisting one lock and pressing into it with ease a pin soon made invisible by another such lock. This process continues, labouring slowly, as perfection takes as long as it damn wants to get ready for the evening.Her tongue glides over the edge of a pin
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