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"The Sunrise In Your Eyes"

Your sexy eyes

remind me of an intoxicating sunrise,

with all the hope of the world.

They see what I cannot,

the future of love so genuinely real,

my eyes have opened now.

I see the vision of the truth

that I never truly had before my love,

a faith of pure romantic elation.

To be held by an angel

is better to be beaten down by the devil,

committing sins of the world.

Tasting your nightly passion

leads me to believe there is a true God,

that has shined upon me now.

I need not awaken now

from this dream of romantic heaven,

my sure reality for eternal days.

Your sexy eyes are my sunrise.

my vision to a new amazing sunset.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

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So aura-binding is dangerous because you run the risk of damaging your own aura while trying to fix someone else's...

But then Rinnie does this...

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The necrosis was spreading up to his elbow, purple tendrils preceding it. Rinnie bit her lip.

“Fuck it.”

She put one palm against his face, her fingers stretching to his left temple, his forehead, and his cheekbone. The other palm she flattened against his sternum. Then she forged a connection, binding their auras. She slammed down some walls on her own aura, trying to protect herself, but also leaving enough open so she could channel.

While she wasn’t particularly intimate with Lodgepool’s aura, she knew what it was supposed to feel like. Additionally, by this point, she was damn sure she knew what Nidtrix’s influence was. Unlike with Selsing, where the influence manifested as dark slimy cancers in his aura, this influence was like a fire out of control, burning everything so completely there was nothing left behind.

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Thanks for asking!

Thanks for the tag @sentfromwolves​! Sorry it took me so long to get to this 😢

But here we are! All of these are from Siege of Berthingtonn, which I recently revised a draft of! (Okay, like, back in October, but still.)

My words are: boots, mud, rough, petal, and ripple

👢BOOTS👢

Kiyo was right. The ocean helped.

Rinnie stood there with her skirts hiked up, boots discarded in the sand where Kanjo was dutifully standing guard. Kiyo’s shoes were there too, and she’d rolled up her pants so they wouldn’t get too wet. Kanjo stayed out of the water, ostensibly to give the ladies some privacy, as he’d said. It was probably some combination of that and him wanting to better keep an eye on the surroundings.

The Crater Sea wasn’t a true ocean. It was freshwater and really an oversized lake caused by the meteor during the Cataclysm. The meteor made up Balios Island, which ordinarily Rinnie was curious enough to think tangents about. Though today she lacked the drive.

She breathed deeply with her eyes closed, letting the water lap around her ankles. She heard a splashing next to her and saw that Kiyo was playing with a water tendril. The water was at hip-height and Kiyo had the tendril snaking in figure-eights without touching anything around it. The motion was a calming one and Rinnie drew up her own water tendril to copy Kiyo’s motions.

“Let the water take your stress,” Kiyo said. “It doesn’t care.”

💀MUD💀

A smooth, educated, and cultured man like Aurin Aubrey would certainly be more of a fun match for Maleena than these stinking soldiers whom she had been shepherding for the last two years and leading for the last hour after she had deemed their commander a defeatist coward and had executed him.

Of course, that hadn’t really gotten her far. He’d told her that it was borderline suicidal and tactically useless to continue to advance their tank platoon until the sappers had finished clearing the ground in front of that damnable trench of the damnable traps that the ungrateful heathens in Berthingtonn had laid for them, so she had shot him and advanced the platoon herself. Which is how she found herself here, stuck in the mud with no left treads and waiting on a wrecker to come make repairs.

At least the sniper fire had died down enough so a wrecker could come and repair them. Two of the four other tanks in her platoon had been destroyed outright and the third had been abandoned by its crew, only to be killed by those snipers in the trench. Maleena sighed.

🏥ROUGH🏫

“Okay gents,” Killian began as he crouched down and drew a rough map of the school in the dust that had fallen to the ground. “We are here.” He pointed to a spot on the northeast end of the map. “The Nids are working their way from the southwest entrance by the administrative offices up to our location. We’ve cut them in half, so while third platoon is busy pushing the assholes back out west with the help of the guards already stationed here, we’re going straight south. Their commander is either going to have to relinquish the building or fight, which is what we want him to do.”

Adler only half-listened as Killian detailed the rest of his plan. He was worried about Riela. He shook his head at the irony. He was a Marine, a professional, and that part of him knew that listening to his commander would get him back to her in much better shape than worrying about her. Still, focusing was difficult.

“The enemy has violated one of the most sacred laws of civilized war,” Killian said. “Let’s show them that making this a habit is a bad idea. We’re not taking prisoners here.”

The men nodded, grim expressions on their faces.

🌻PETAL🌻

“Are you always this awkward with women?”

“Usually I’m worse,” Julian replied with a shrug of his shoulder. “Want to watch me do tricks with fireballs?”

Rinnie arched an eyebrow. “Is that your idea of asking me out?”

Julian stretched his hands out in front of him and rolled his wrists while a few flames danced along his hands. “Why heavens no, taku, this is.” With a snapping motion, he extinguished the fire and rolled his right hand upwards in front of Rinnie’s face. Clasped in his fingers, was a dandelion flower. A few of the petals were singed. He smiled lopsidedly.

“It’s, um.” Rinnie took a breath. “A very pretty weed, Julian.”

“The finest one between Headquarters and here.” This time he arched an eyebrow at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me? I know a place in the inner city called the Walltop. Best steak and trimmings on the Crater Sea.”

“You had me at steak,” Rinnie replied coyly. “Though how are we getting in the Wall at a time like this?”

“Ooh, that does put a damper on things,” Julian admitted.

Rinnie reached out and took the weed—dandelion—from Julian’s hand. “Thanks.”

🔍RIPPLE🔎

Kanjo pulled out Rinnie’s picture and showed it to the man. “Have you seen this woman?”

“Oh,” the man said. “I see. Yes, I have. It’s been a few days. She was at the Gate…”

“I knew it!” Lodgepool said.

“I’d gone to fill out some paperwork to ostensibly make my life easier going in and out with this increased security. Fat load of good that’s done, but that’s a story for another day. Uh, it was sometime between two and three in the afternoon on the sixth. She and some other man came out of a room looking harried and concerned. They left the station without speaking to anyone on their way out. I know it was her though. Very recognizable face.”

“Some other man?”

The man shrugged. “Tall, darker hair and complexion. Honestly, he didn’t look like he was from around here.”

Kanjo filed that information away. Alone, it wasn’t much to go on.

“Anything else?” he asked.

The man shook his head. “I wish you luck.”

“Thank you.”

Kanjo and Lodgepool left. Kanjo looked at his list and tried to pinpoint where Rin had gone. Once she holed up, she wouldn’t move again unless something inspired her. Kanjo was near positive that anything inspiring her to move would’ve had ripples elsewhere and he’d’ve heard about it.

“I knew it,” Lodgepool muttered. “I just knew it.”

“The Embassy bungled that one,” Kanjo mused. “Though that implies someone on the Berthan Guards wanted to keep Rin out here.”

He didn’t dwell on that thought long.

No wonder Rin was laying low.

"Coming Home"

It was the Winter of 1996

she went away from me,

never to return to my life.

I see her eyes glimmer

in the stars,

her smile is the noonday sun.

Her walk is the sway

of the trees,

in our romantic field of dreams.

Her lips are strawberries

on any day in May,

tasting of sweet intoxication.

Now I am without her

left to dream,

about dying to be with her.

Leave a place for me,

next to that

brilliant star in your heart. . . .

because I am coming home.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2001

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Cameron sent a bolt of lightning at Elenore. For a moment, Lodgepool could see her shield, as the lightning crackled around it. Then it faded from existence entirely.

Rinnie formed fire around her fists, but Lodgepool couldn’t stand by and do nothing. He put himself between Elenore and Rinnie, pulling his knife out of its scabbard at his hip.

He grabbed Elenore’s arm, yanked her off-balance, and shoved his knife into her armpit.

Everything seemed to freeze. Elenore turned and stared at him. The stare was almost otherworldly. With her opposite arm, she reached over and grabbed Lodgepool’s right wrist.

Lodgepool stored the rifle under the bed and put the pistol on the bedside table. He tossed the backpack at the foot of the bed, but didn’t make any effort to unpack it yet. Then he perused the kitchen.