Wilder Side ~ 3
More pleasing than the wind in the trees and the cicadas in the branches. the elf settled his arms more warmly around rayya’s body and squeezed her to him, taking slow, not-quite-steady breaths of her scent.
Suncrest - Chapter 20
Sounds of the swamp disappeared, instead only the chirp of cicadas reaching his ears. giu stared around, the smooth grass devoid of immy, the soldiers, or the black liquid. it was only him. "giu?"
Mistletoe
To me christmas means the sweltering heat of an australian summer, crickets and cicadas chirpping while sausages, chops and steaks sizzle on the barbeque.
Trash Tsundere
The warbling drone of cicadas echoed through the quiet streets of the summer suburbs, the sound of it seeming as if it were the song of the shimmering heat rising from the blacktop streets.
End of Time - Session 2
Not even the summer cicadas were calling from the trees. the multicolored fog had blended into a sickening shade of gray and it hung low as it idly wisped over the ground. he had expected to hear police sirens, or dogs barking, or anything.
Seven Days Chapter 3
The cicadas continued their romance while the birds sang and chittered among the branches. i sat there with heavy-lidded eyes taking in as much as i could. this would be a good memory to close this chapter of my life in this world on.
Priest of Myrrah, Chapter 1 (REVISED)
Birdsong had long since ended, replaced by the chirp of cicadas and grasshoppers. the sunset was my cue to head back inside and collect my mentor, so that we could play our part in the night’s events.
Our Goddess - Ch 32 - Revelation
She saw the shrine covered in a foot of snow, then baking in the summer sun while cicadas sang.
BYWAYS - Chapter 1
He turned his head to appreciate a new angle while a cicada cried in the distance, his inner ears flushing with the thrill of saying it out loud. "fuck off," he hacked, waving away michael's concerning look in the distance with a thumbs-up. "i mean it!
The Order of Things
"could be a lunar cycle, could be the seasons, could be the seventeen-year cicadas for all i know." she crossed her arms and shrugged. "you should know something, fox." "what?" "most of our folk tales about this stuff have bad endings."
Story Request - Together
A cool fog crouched along the ground as the crickets and cicadas, long since up and about, continued their daily anthem to the sun. yaru, the wolf's eyes still closed and unseeing in his half-awake state, began to shift in his bed.
A Special Valentine's
She could hear cicadas outside and wondered if it was dark yet. finally, she heard the bathroom door open. with her eyes being closed, her senses were much stronger than usual, and she could hear a quiet tip tap of paws on the wet tiles.