Lazy Summer morning

Warsaw, Summer 1923

I wake slowly to the sound of bells and the warmth of sunlight creeping in through the balcony windows. The golden light that greets me when I open my eyes tells me that it’s going to be another beautiful, cloudless day. Perfect for riding in Łazienki Park and eating glacé with friends.

Before I have time to ( Read more... )

An impression of Ashby, for trail_of_fire

Corporal Harriet Ashby - it wasn’t until much later that I had learned her full name, and it was in that order. First that she was a Corporal, the only other woman of rank apart from myself and Kaska; then I heard one of the 30th call her “Harriet”, such an English name; finally her surname - Ashby, for when I needed to ( Read more... )

(Stolen from amagiclantern)

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you one sentence from that story.

Some fic inspired by last Odyssey, and the recurring themes of blood and gold that mean a lot to Mehib (my character).

Some FOIP for mindset and shennanigans. Warnings for gore and scenes of a sexual nature (although nothing too obvious, shockingly)

( Blood and Gold )

A short piece from the first session of the RT game I'm playing in along withd20yfx and spring_sidhe , in which I'm playing the Astropath Transcendent, Xanthe Vendigroth.
Basically, all was going well until some bastard shot our current Rogue Trader, and this is the aftermath (concrit and comments very welcome!):
( 'Final Duty' )

Sister Anais knelt awkwardly in the confession booth clearly built for shorter civilians, fidgeting with her rosary beads and wishing again that she had enough time to go to another chapel further away where there was no chance of anyone seeing her leave confession, but the mission briefing was in half an hour...

Her attention was called back as ( Read more... )

Somewhere, buried in amongst the stories they would not let us read in class because they believed everything pertaining to the “unspeakable vice of the Greeks” should remain just that, unspoken, I once found the tale of the Sacred Band of Thebes. An army, one of the most feared in all of Greece, made up of a hundred and fifty pairs of lovers, ( Read more... )

I REGRET NOTHING!!!

Who has the most power? The hero being sung about, or the bard singing? Certainly it is the hero that people will remember- their extraordinary, bright, short life. It is the hero who will live on in people’s minds, but only because of the bard’s words. No one will believe stories told about someone if they are doing the telling- they will be ( Read more... )

Ishtar sat by herself on a bench in the silvery light of the stars. She was silent and still, a pale statue under the Equinox moon, if seen from afar. But up close, she was shaking with the effort of keeping still, her claws digging into the bench as she struggled to keep her breathing slow and steady- the last thing she needed was to faint. Though ( Read more... )