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I could only watch in dumbfounded stillness as the scene unfolded before my very eyes. Captain Kirkland was gone now, withdrawing to the solitude of his cabin, lost in a haze of helplessness that only evoked further infuriation. The fight seemed to drain out of Allistor as he slumped against the wall, ruffling his auburn hair in rough, vicious yanks. “Allistor, do you really have to…?” My mouth couldn’t word the miserable question and I trailed into hopeless silence. Allistor sighed heavily and straightened up. He didn’t need me to finish what remained of my inquiry. He himself had gone over that dilemma many t

I watched the Captain beckon at Allistor and stride away. Peter continued chattering by my side, not noticing my attention had wandered. Although there was one terrible moment where he asked for my surname and I did not have an immediate answer, I was still in awe from just exchanging a few simple words with him. A captain. The Captain of this beautiful, powerful vessel! I might have well just met the King of England! “Are you afraid of heights?” Peter asked. I brought my gaze back to the foremast towering before me. It was the second tallest of the three masts; the tallest being the mainmast in the middle and the shortest being

Chapter 8: Broken Bonds ~*~*~*~*~* The forest seemed to fall silent as (Name) stood up, ready to take on Eslla. The white haired girl smirked as she saw a blaze of determination in her (e/c) eyes. “You really do have a death wish, don’t you?” She muttered, slipping into the shadows. (Name) chuckled. “Not exactly. But I would like to see you dead.” By now, the (h/c) haired knight could no longer sense her enemy’s presence nor see where she was at all. Her heart began to thump nervously as she gazed around the forest, analyzing every movement that came into view. “How can you kill an enemy you can

Title: Colors Summary: Let them talk. Rating: 13+ Pairing: Romano (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot. [A/N: I read shit like this in a British accent and now I'm in tears xD.] - Red and gold tie, white-collared undershirt. His black sweater was creeping up his torso, his fingers unconsciously pulling it up before sliding it over his head and tossing it aside. _____ watched it fall to the ground, forgotten by his seat while he loosened the neck of his tie. He was already taking off his uniform, she thought with a fond smile tugging her lips. She'd make sure to pick it up for him later. Romano was conversing w

I sighed, leaning precariously far over the creaking fence that tiptoed the cliff. The evening air threaded through my hair like a lover’s hand, comforting. Another day had come and gone, and three weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. The moon had risen and with each small movement of the stars across the darkening skies, the deeper I wallowed in sorrow and self-pity. I was leaving tonight when the roads through town were empty of traffic. The gulls were calling farewells as the sun dipped into the sea, and the shipwrights down below abandoned their work stations for home or perhaps a drink at the tavern. “You’ll fall,

London at the vanguard of the world. Paris, the jeweled crown of ambition. The globe pirouetted on its axis as my fingertips traced a circumnavigation of the world in the enclosure of my library. Cairo and its ancient roots. Istanbul prospering on the Golden Horn. The globe lost its momentum and slowed. My index finger halted on tiny black lettering, discovering a new city. I closed my eyes and let my imagination flourish. Beijing of the timeworn empire in the Far East. Edo hidden in its secluded civilization. I met individuals of unfamiliar ethnicities, of exotic attire, of the dusty poor and the glittering gold. I was awestruck by a