Slayer-1412

“The greatest of risks to be undertaken by something no smaller than a pin.” Solomon muses, squinting at the red pin, the needle pinched between his fingers. Circular, small, almost missed by the untrained eye. Then again, it is a bright candy-apple red. One would have to be blind to miss it. “Why did we not make earrings? Those are near the face and all.” The Darkrai looks over to his assistant, hoping for an answer of some sort. None is offered up to him. He takes another look at those gathered by the square table in the kitchenette. A common apartment, with two bedrooms and a large common area beside the place wh

“Congratulations!” The shower of well-wishes and champagne exploded all around Robin. The Gardevoir smiled, shook hands, and thanked those all about. It wasn’t easy leaving a company he’d been part of for close to two years, meeting a number of wonderful employees and customers—his current wife, for example. Humming as he stepped aside for a moment to admire what’s left of his office, the little personalized touches moved out. The dust shadows wiped away and…it looked empty. Until he noticed just who was sitting in his old swivel chair. “Ah, I didn’t think you’d come.” He ch

"Were your hands always like that?" She murmured, doing her best to not stare. Dry-looking, it was hardly surprising given the winter chill. No: the problem was that those hands looked far too scale-like. As though a reptile's skin was being stretched on-top of those hands. Cracked, an angry pink, and more lines than she dared to count. "Kinnah." Was the lisp always so pronounced? Then again, with a broken nose... "Alwayth been kinnah like'a dith." It was at this point she took to stirring her coffee again. Not warm, not cool, kind of...'just-was'. Another apology for the nose, and another shake of the head. And if they hadn't tried to ju

One day. I'll be able to look you in the eye, smile, and say the two-syllables that would transfer all the hurt and pain you've given me, into one word: "Goodbye". But today is not that day. So I'll smile and pretend that we're alright and that everything is sunshine and rainbows. I can love you with everything that I want to give and I can pretend that you return that love to me in full. I'm not lying to myself that way, if you care for me the way I do for you, am I? Someday, I'll stop thinking of you. Dreaming, wishing, reaching for, feel regret, hold tight against my heart. The cracks that you've left behind in me nothing more than sidew

“I don’t understand.” The Fraxure’s eyes narrowed, trying to stare down the Milotic—the princess—in front of him. “What have you to gain from doing this?” “Does it matter?” Reflecting his question, she kept her gaze straight ahead, leading the giant of a man towards the pits of Suratrat. Her skirts flowed behind her as she nodded to the occasional guard, hidden in the shadows of alcoves and in plain sight. “A guest like yourself, I must needs present our treasures. Isn’t that what a host does?” It did not fail to escape her notice when his grip tightened, knuckles

Reading through old comments Looking back to those young and hopeful salad days, I find traces of my old icon: "1412" written to look like "KID". And so I think of you. "Kaito Kid" a spin-off or other of the "Cased Closed" series. I wonder, if you still kept that volume I bought for you. The newest chapter, though not in Japanese, but in Chinese. A souvenir from Hong Kong, circa summer of 2011. Or if that reminds you of me at all, which--I will admit Is fair game. My mind wanders further To my third account on this site. An immediate watch, and comments asking about where I was. "Going to AN this year?" Sadly, I stayed on my primary account