So yeah.  I'll try and cross these off when I have one written.

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Damn, or shit, for some variety. Sitting up, his rough blanket scratchy and uncomfortable, Sadik rubbed his eyes as he listened, hoping he'd misheard that telltale sound of a sick kid. Glancing at the water clock that sat in the centre of the tent, he groaned, rubbing his eyes again. Two in the fucking morning. He ( Read more... )

London was filthy once the sun set. Sure, it was dirty in the light, too. But like all large cities, the worst side of it was exposed, like the underside of an old cinderblock being flipped over to reveal the decay and filth beneath it.

Arthur felt he could disappear in this filthy, unseen side of London. It was what he really wanted, to be ( Read more... )

Spider webs.  Stronger than steel, but pale in comparison to the connection he feels to everything around him.  If he closes his eyes, he can see the glow of each blade of grass, every ant that craws on every tree on every hill, and it nearly blinds him.  He would be blind, deaf, and mute, if he weren't used to seeing such life.  He would go mad if ( Read more... )

Rise. Higher, until the clouds disappear, and the stars are so close they burn. Stardust, prickly and ticklish, brushes against his skin. He loves the feeling of stardust. Laughing, he smiles at the people below; they don't realise that space is actually deepest blue. Higher, even higher, he rises, and he can practically taste the vacuum. It ( Read more... )