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FlameThe sun was setting on the Russian planes, setting the icy white snow aflame with beautiful reds, yellows, pinks, creating a kaleidoscope of colour that was breathtaking.
Light seeped slowly from a lone house that stood just at the foot of a mountain. The caramel brown wood planks of the roof were bowed from damp, creaking in protest after years of shouldering the falling snow.
Inside, it looked as though nobody had inhabited it for ages, though the various benches, full of thread, needles, fabrics and peculiar looking books and liquids, were scratched from much heavy usage.
It smelt musty, and the damp clung to everything that stayed. The cold was a problem too, and the flickering flames of the candelabra on the walls did nothing to help.
Not that it bothered the man now stood in the middle of the damp wood floor. He wore simple, thin robes that were adorned with symbols in gold. His slightly greying hair snaked down his back in a messy plait.
In his thin hands, he held a messi
What is cold?
Or my personality...?
They say I am.
Blue eyes to match my disposition.
But I'm not cold.
It may look like I'm emotionless,
Maybe even uncaring.
But I want to smile.
Even if it looks strained.
I want to laugh...
Even if I sound fake.
I want to open myself to someone.
I want to feel like I'm loved.
To express myself,
And not risk rejection.
Even when the whole world is against me.
Even when I'm fighting for my life.
A refuge from the loneliness.
A safe haven from the hurt.
II: Memories...?Saïx led Terixanph to the Grey Area, where multiple members were either sitting or standing.
They had been talking to each other, but the whole room quieted and all eyes turned to the newcomer, curiosity burning.
She kept her eyes to the floor, still silent after only being created a few days prior, and she really didn't want to see everybody staring.
"You will begin your training tomorrow. For now, Luxord will show you around the Castle."
A blonde man with piercings on his ears and sky blue eyes stepped forward immediately and bowed.
"Of course. I'll show the lady round~"
Terixanph looked up slightly at him, and her head throbbed.
"I'll show you round~ Anything for a lady."
A blonde man chuckled and offered his hand, leading... someone along the hall...
"It's all right if you don't want to now, we have enough time." Luxord said, looking slightly puzzled at her. She just shook her head.
"It's... fine... I have... a headache, t
ColdIt was the middle of winter, and unseasonably cold for Vegas, with frost licking at the windows and freezing wind snaking underneath the doors.
Top Hat was shivering madly. The heating had broken and it didn't look like they could get it fixed any time soon. Rhi had taken the kids to her apartment and bought as many heaters as she could find.
Top Hat and Rhi were on uneasy terms at the time, so she refused to go.
Ace hummed merrily as he went round filing the last of his stray paperwork. He didn't seem bothered by the cold.
Throwing down the blanket that she'd been trying in vain to warm herself up with, Top Hat looked at her husband in disbelief.
It was a miracle that he wasn't bothered by the cold. He was only wearing a sleeveless shirt and combat trousers.
"How are you not freezing?!" Top Hat said, willing her teeth not to chatter.
"Oh? I don't know, diamond~ I just don't feel cold as much as you do~" Ace shrugged and went back to filing.
Ace stopped and turned r
I: A new faceSaïx walked into the Grey Area of the castle that never was, and immediately all heads turned to him.
"Lord Xemnas wishes to see everyone in the Round Room now." His calm voice resonated around the room.
Everyone got up silently, walking down the hall.
"What's the matter, Saïx?" Axel asked when everybody had gone. "You look like you've been to Castle Oblivion for too long."
"That is none of your concern. Go with the others."
"Ok, sheesh." Axel said, following everyone else.
The members of Organisation XIII Sat at their chairs in the Round Room, and squirmed a little in the powerful silence.
"Good tidings, friends." Xemnas' voice projected evenly. "Today is a momentous day."
They all waited expectantly.
"I am pleased to announce that yet another comrade has been chosen to wear the coat."
Xemnas nodded down at the panel in the middle of the chairs, and all eyes followed his gaze as a hooded figure walked onto the platform.
A hand lifted, and the hood fell, se
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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