Monday: Image Prompts
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Today's theme is Image PromptsStarting off this week with something simple, all prompts must be images! From something abstract to an incriminating photograph of the actor wearing a tiara, anything goes ( Read more... )
Today's theme is Image PromptsStarting off this week with something simple, all prompts must be images! From something abstract to an incriminating photograph of the actor wearing a tiara, anything goes ( Read more... )
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er... if it would let me edit that post.
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And sometimes linking works really odd. Works for one person but not the other...
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“If I touched you, you would know it. You would feel it and your soul would bleed until the walls turned red from it.”
River leaned closer, her breath on Echo’s lips but not quite touching. “I will protect you from all of the unseen.”
Echo tilted her head slightly. “That sounds familiar.”
“I heard it in a song once at the archives of music from Earth-that-was.”
Echo thinks she might be crazy, or that the other girl might be, or that neither of them are real but then River disappears and Boyd is there. “Are you ready for another treatment?”
She smiles at him, trusting and caring. “Yes, I am.”
When she looks up at him she thinks for a second. “When I come back, I think I would like to paint.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Something red.”
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His watch is off by three-point-five seconds and it's driving him mad. Thing is, Nathan Petrelli has never restored timepieces(and why is that the phrase that comes to mind? Why not watchmaker?) and would not have ever noticed the time off by such an infinitesimal amount.
But he does. And while he’s alone in his room, trying to take it apart because he has to fix it, all the walls in his mind come crumbling down.
Sylar restores the timepiece in ten seconds, telekinesis still his strongest ability, while he’s seething. “Parkman,” he hisses. “Angela. Bennet.”
“Nathan!” he hears his fake mother call. “Sweetheart, time for lunch! Peter’s waiting.”
He quickly shifts back into that hated body, Nathan’s memories clamoring to reclaim him. “Of course, Mother,” he murmurs. “Let’s not keep Pete waiting.”
Sylar puts on his watch and goes downstairs, where he calls Angela Ma and kisses her cheek. Now that he’s looking for ( ... )
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