// Cressida //The demon shivers and goes still, a single point of calm amidst the chaos of a blood slicked battlefield, the manic smile that had turned his unnaturally wide lips upwards only moments before faltering now at the voice which hisses his name in the recesses of his mind. There are precious few who could step so easily past his mental ( Read more... )

Series: Aria The Origination ( Read more... )

Summary:Cleaning out my google!docs folders of old files, stumbled across a whole bunch of fanfiction and original fiction and other odds and ends, I decided this was worth posting somewhere to share. The perspective is a little wonky at points, it was something of an experiment. It has nothing to do with the movie Spirited Away, but the idea of ( Read more... )

Part 1: Cloaks and daggers | Part 2: Secrets in dark places | Part 3: Sweet Little NothingsAubrey squinted, frowning, into the deepening darkness beneath the naked branches of the woods which separated the city of Cobalt from the range of mountains known simply as "The Wall". No one crossed them, and those who did never came back so there was ( Read more... )

( Cressida )

Part 1: Cloaks and daggers | Part 2: Secrets in dark places

Aubrey sighed, fingers tapping a steady three beat rhythm across the lacquered table top as she watched the comings and goings of the pub's patrons with little interest. It was her third night sitting at this exact table, ordering the same exact meal, and waiting for something - anything ( Read more... )

Part 1: Cloaks and daggers"Thank you, that'll be all." Aubrey said dismissively as she all but chased the final server out of her suit, laying a hand softly on the wall to re-activate the silencing charm she had put in place the moment they'd returned to the hotel. It would ensure no listening ears - natural or otherwise - would hear a word that ( Read more... )

"Remind me again why we're standing here in the middle of no where in a snow storm?" Aubrey demanded as she tugged the fur lined hood of her cloak further forward over her head, breaths a gently curling steam in the chill air ( Read more... )

Aubrey didn't know why she'd let them talk her into it. Street festivals had been a trying experience for her even in the sleepiest of countryside towns but celebrating the Day of Turning in the heart of the kingdom? Nightmare didn't even begin to cover it. She'd been shoved, jostled, and groped more times than she cared to count and they hadn't ( Read more... )

Aubrey frowned as she settled down on moldy wooden plank that served as a bench in the run down hut she was currently sheltering beneath as the gray clouds which had been massing all morning finally let loose overhead. Not that it was much of a shelter, the thatched roof was as water tight as a wicker basket, waterfalls of water turning the earthen ( Read more... )