Cocoon [bahamut 6sic6 commission]
Big deal. Hah. Take you all day to think of that one, did it? But alright, I'll bite. Guess you could say I was. Hold on a sec; lemme light up. ... Aaahhh... fuck. Guess how much this cost, huh? One blunt. Took half an acre of leaf, I'll bet. I...
Like Animals - a Vignette
He jumped up away from me and shouted, "No! I hate you! I hate everyone, I hate everything! There's... there's nothing! There's nothing, anywhere, everywhere. We're on a floating blue dot spinning towards the only horizon there is, and that is the...
Embracing the Field (Part 3 of 3)
Okay, final part of this story, looooooong overdue. Contains sex between males of varying sizes. I've enjoyed writing this ^^ was a commission for amazing little web-brother, frostofthecwsw and his character Nero. Hope you like...
Empty: Downbeat
"Hey, Damien. You're pretty skinny." The silver-haired boy looks up from where he has been reposing against a wall of the school. "I guess..." "No, you are. So you don't need to eat today. Cough it up." "Guys... you did this...
Empty the Sieve
"You live in the world, Damien. Spirit-child." "What does that _mea-!"_ "in the world" "in the the world" "in the" "world in" "in the world world" "in in the world" "world" "in the world" "the world" "in the world, Damien" "in the" "Damien" ...
Empty and Pouring In: Third Movement
Unseen, unfelt, the cavern still breathes. Wind rushes whispering giggles through its maw, then pushes itself back out. Somewhere in the depths of it, water drips and then pools, sucked from the very air into the stone and then into the lichens...
Empty, and Rippling - an Interlude
How can it be constant? When Damien breathes, he can feel the pauses too clearly. Breathing _isn't_ constant, when you think about it. It's full of starts and stops, and shuddering gasps, and sighs, and increases and decreases in tempo... he can hear...
Empty and Rising: Second Movement
He does play with her. He comes the very next night with a galaxy in his eyes and the whole moon in his hair. He rushes to her with the howling night gale singing an opera of his coming. He leaps in the air, the grinning kamikaze itself, and lands...
Empty but One Drop: First Movement
Several days of silence pass. Damien does not seek out the wolf-men, and they leave him to his devices. His mother does not change, and does not believe him that bullies are treating him poorly when he comes home with torn pants, still. Damien ceases...
Empty-- Birth of Thought
Smooth... soft... like fur threading through his fingers, or grass on a rolling hillside... and there he is, lying on his back, playing the grasses with his hands, and smiling. The simple vegetation smiles back, and the wind curls its fingers in his...
Empty - Prelude to a Dream
Starlight reaches down from the heavens and brushes the windswept grasses. Empty air has yet to dust morning's dew onto their bowing blades, and the light crawls along it, searching, seeking to grasp anything it can. It is only light, but...
Empty and Full: Opening Chords
Outside the cave, through the firelight, Damien can see Tatrix's huge form, glimmering in the moonlight from the emeralds cascading motionlessly down his body. The green seems to have spread, and darkened, and somehow it has soaked his tail as well,...