[Sitting on a rock in an open, green field, Steve positions the Hitomi on a rock opposite him. He frowns at he clicks on the video feed; he dislikes technology but supposes he'll have to get used to using this. He sits back on the stone, brushing nonexistent lint off the shoulder off his  uniform. He looks at the Hitomi and feels as if it were ( Read more... )

warning: VERY VIOLENT/GORY. NC-17 for that. imagery is also generally disturbing.

( Don't Go Wasting Your Devotion / Lay All Your Love On Me )

[Joker appears in profile, the camera set up to catch the setting sun. He is eating ( Read more... )

( And all those broken promises, promises never made by you, made for you, all lies, lies from another in your mother's head. . . )

The two bodies smash together noisily, their limbs banging together awkwardly. Heads tilt, they spin like crazy, twirling around by the string being held together by one of the body’s stiff hands. They twirl and twirl and twirl, string wrapping around them like ropes. They won’t make a sound. They won’t move until you push them.

( So you did. )

[Click, darkness. Click, light. Bright sunlight. You can't really see where it's coming from, but what is unmistakeable is the stark contrast and sharp detail it brings the picture into. And the picture is the picture of a foot; not just any foot: a slim, almost dainty girl's foot, with a fading tan except for where sandal straps formerly covered ( Read more... )

The Hitomi is dropped (and there's a grunt) and it's angled very strangely. A bottom of a yukata is seen. The location looks like one of the homes in Hisato. A body... a small body is leaning over, half inside a box. Reaching... reaching......reaching. There! Two feet land on the ground and after losing balance, the body falls backwards, landing in ( Read more... )

[ The screen records a peaceful Himorogi morning. Light from the rising sun dances down the trunks of the large trees into the gently swaying grass. As the clouds roll easily on their way across the sky, the pink of dawn disappears into deep blue day. It is peaceful. Not a blade of grass is bent nor a branch broken.

The forest is awakening to the ( Read more... )

( So long as the winds stir the waves of my heart, the wings of hate will never stop beating. )

[ Okay.

This is not Lelouch's house.

It's a mark of just how boring political intrigue gets after a while that his first thoughts upon sitting up are, gee, I wonder if we got kidnapped, I heard that used to happen a lot to heirs closer in line to the throne, although Schniezel's always making that kind of stuff up anyway...Hmm. Well, he doesn't ( Read more... )