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A gift for my Grimmy-pooh, for no other reason than that's she's awesome and deserves constant little presents. :heart:

This is ~GrimReapette's Eps (short for Epsilon, and being me, I've decided to call him Epsy)
I don't actually know much about Epsy here, but from what I do know... well, I think it's a given that I love him. :flirty: Green dreadlocks? Charmingly annoying personality? Say no more.

Not too much else to say about this one! Just that it was fun~ But I think I might have made him too fabulous? We'll just say it's a special occasion. ;) (But do let me know if I need to make any adjustments Grimmy!)

More on ~GrimReapette's Fractured Entity story is here! --> [link] Go, read. Love. Do it.

Throwing Sparks “How do you do this?”

Alistair blinked and looked up from his book to find Jess holding his bow.  He chuckled as he noted she was holding the bow with her left hand when he knew she was right handed.

“Not like that,” he explained, getting up and padding across the broken, cracked, dirt covered stones.

They were still in the abandoned house.  Keero wasn’t keen on their company moving at the moment.  Too many eyes in the forest, too many open spots between here and Moszou, and this crumbling mansion was the safest place they could find.  Crossing over to Jess Alistair took the bow from her and turned her aro
Respect"Not in front of the men," Zephyr murmured as Noreat kissed him again.

The younger king frowned as Zephyr pulled away.  Curse the man's annoying height.  In some cases it was quite fun, in others it was maddening.  Of course Noreat could pull him back down, but Zephyr was strong again.  He could resist with ease.

"And why not in front of them?"  Noreat waved a hand dismissively at the knights who kept watching.

"Right now is not the right time."

"Oh?  And what is the right time?"  Frowned the younger king.

The older man sighed lightly while side eyeing the army that Noreat had given him.  Zephyr adjusted quickly to being General of
One For The DitchFunny, really, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought at it crossed my mind.  There was very little to do but laugh at this point.  My leg burned from infection and the healer was busy tending to others.  But I'm already off topic.

It was funny that kings declared wars, because I had yet to see a king on the battlefield.  Kings didn't walk the bloodstained fields.  They didn't pick up the bodies of their comrades, nor did they sit in a camp with just fire alcohol to dull the pain.  Kings sat in palaces and sent out the orders, too busy with court life to don armor and sharpen their blades.

What was even more laughable was that Kings s
Better Than Here “So…am I supposed to talk to you?”  Collin asked.

There was no reply.  Really, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting.  Since when did giant doors speak?  What any sort of door spoke?  None, that’s what.  But the doors were shut, large, ominous.  They were framed by large pillars with a language Collin didn’t know, and then he noticed on the rock wall next to it there were newer looking inscriptions that matched those used by the Tribes.  Maybe the Tribes thought these doors were something holy?  Were the inscriptions warnings?  A story?  The half-feral didn’t know, he couldn’t read them.

Bu
When He's Like ThisHe's always like this in the morning, and don't tell anyone one I told you this, but I love him most when he's like this.  He doesn't sleep like you'd expect.  Looking at Damien, you probably imagined what I first did.  I thought he was sleep on his back, head to the side, hands folded over his chest or stomach.  But he doesn't sleep like that, not in the slightest.  I always wake up before him.  After all my time spent training and running I've developed the habit of waking at the slightest stimulus.  Sunlight cracking through the trees, the drop of dew on my wrist, a buzz of an annoying bug in my ear, the creaking of a weak floorboard, too- An Amazing Fool I am dreaming.

I have to be dreaming.

You don't understand, things like this don't happen to me.

I'm not the man who walks into his room at night to find a woman—a beautiful woman—in his bed, waiting for him.

I'm not the man who beautiful woman talk to, smile at, or even notice.  To beautiful women I'm just a shadow.  It's quite startling how much a blond can fade into the background.

But here I am.

And I'm not dreaming.

My hand trails down her spine, fingertips just gently grazing that sun-kissed honey toned skin.  I watch a ripple of a shiver move through her.  She made a soft noise, shifting a bit closer to me.  Ba


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