Charles Rowland and Edwin Payne (Tom Dockin AU)

“Are we correct in assuming that you are Tom Dockin?” Edwin directs the question to the being trapped in the runes.

The fairy’s eyes snap to Edwin, and Charles adjusts his grip on his cricket bat, ready. The movement must catch his attention again, as Tom Dockin’s focus switches back to Charles, apparently considering his reply.

There’s a ripple and a sound of flesh moving in a way it isn’t supposed to, and suddenly Charles is staring into Edwin’s bloodied face. He’s dressed in the underclothes he’d had on in Hell, bloodstains and all, and Charles feels his stomach fall.

Edwin, the real one, lets out a sharp gasp of surprise.

“Aye, indeed I am. You going to hit me with that bat, boy? While I’m wearing this face? I don’t think you will.” The iron teeth haven’t changed, and they look distinctly out of place in Edwin’s face.

Charles fidgets with his bat again, suddenly unsure.

-EveryMomentADifferentSound, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around

day 2: midnight & au (zombie apocalypse) + miwa/ren

Tried to write a bit a while ago...

Summary: Rex arrived at the quarters after coming back from Umbara. Anakin takes care of him.

Gen, no warnings. Mention of torture and death.

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Clone quarters - One standard day after the battles of Umbara.

The door closed behind Rex. Slowly he leaned against it, feeling the sturdy metal in his back, his armor making a scratching sound as it touched it. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a second.

Blaster shots, screams, blood, death.

The world stands still completely. Its motionless movement is captivating to me as my own movements never cease. I cried for 6 hours four days ago. It was the first time in the year since my mother died that I have felt alive. It was day one of a week without my boyfriend

I am in the green field that is surrounded by towering brick buildings identical to one another. The grass doesnt dare to move for me, it fears it will upset me. It is day four of a week without my boyfriend

I watch a movie by myself, A Samurai reaches for his sword and nearly finds it; His wedding has been interrupted by blood feud and he demands revenge. His wife begs him to show mercy. I sob for reasons I cannot tell. It is day two of a week without my boyfriend.

I have had someone around me often, I am reminded that people care for me. My mind is exaughsted and begs for some release from talking; The heart remains treacherous and pumps faster at the thought of anyone leaving us alone. After all they might never return. It is day 3 of a week without my boyfriend.

When my heart begins to pound I rush outside without fail. I walk for hours and sob endlessly. I feel the people coming home from work staring, Their eyes watch me as though I am a passing curiosity, most avoid me after they find their curiousity sated and see I am something unpleasant.

The sky, the grass, the birds, the bees, the trees, the wind all stand gloriously still as my mind spirals and spirals deeper into itself. I reach out and remember that he is gone, my safety net is not here and thus I fall.

I run outside and beg my grandfather to not leave. There is something wrong with my mother and I know deep in my rapidly beating heart that if he leaves she will die. I beg and plead and he turns around. I walk around as the wind blows around me calmly like the eye of a hurricane. A month before, I met My boyfriend again after two years alone. He'd lost the S before He, but I recognized the person I loved even more. We started dating and I felt alive again. It has been -423 days since without my boyfriend

I walk around outside and see the cold blue of the shade. I feel alone and desperate for attention. I want to beg everyone to be around me, to protect me. I know in my heart that if they leave me, Ill die. The sky, the grass, the birds, the bees, the trees, the wind all rush around me again.