Category Archives: m/f
All In Fire
When he returned from Kyoto he found Suzaku waiting. Perched on the edge of a rock that had not been there before he left, her scarlet robes fluttering in the breeze, she sat with hooded eyes and tense shoulders. Touda … Continue reading
upon the bed, a girl
They say that the original valkyrie were birds who chose to become women, discontent to remain in the air when the battle raged below them. From the heavens they descended, ice-pale hair and flashing eyes, to take up sword and … Continue reading
those things unasked
She wears mostly black in this country, like she does in every other — black jeans and a low-cut black tanktop and a light black jacket over that — all provided by President Daidouji, of course: after she practically adopts … Continue reading
lemon party
Ingway/Mercedes (Odin Sphere) Ingway remembered Queen Elfaria, dimly: a tall statuesque woman, heavy at the breasts and hips, with lovely grave eyes and an elegant hand. She’d handled her crossbow with careless ease, but there had been no calluses upon … Continue reading
songs of the passing day
In his own way, this is worship. Ushiwaka goes to her, because it is not seemly for the goddess to bow another. If he finds her in the shadow of the grandfather tree that sprouted from Sakuya’s sapling, then he … Continue reading
For Want of the Soul
Only once in the whole year does she go down to the room where Sora is kept, walking quietly as she can, hiding whenever a Nobody flickers past. She walks into the room and to the pod where he sleeps, … Continue reading
The Sea to the Shore
Riku slouched up to the school gates as Kairi was leaving, shoulders up and head down like bad posture would somehow make him less conspicuous. It didn’t really help: she spotted him immediately and quickly said goodbye to her friends, … Continue reading
HaruKan 20 :: 20. taisetsu na hito [precious person]
“I promise,” Kantarou says, pale against his white bedding, his hand almost limp in Haruka’s, “I promise we’ll meet again.” Haruka brushes the hair from his face, and lets his fingers hesitate. Past the wrinkles and the sunken skin, Kantarou’s … Continue reading
