SirenCymbaline

Although my fingers protested the parting of our hands, Damascus, by pulling away, had brought me greater relief than he could know. He spoke not of the dance, nor intent, ...

"A motored bicycle? Whatever will they think of next? Alright, let's go on that." said Boris, who was imagining something very different from what he was about to see.

As soon as the gunshots began, Siren had tackled the two people closest to her to the ground. After a few minutes had passsed, she looked up, swiveling her head ...

I held on, and led Damascus through. "Don't worry," I told him. "We'll make it." We emerged from the clearing to discover Boomslang, blood covering the intact skin of her ...

God- god damn it. Our brothers- our brothers , any one could be shot, and just this once, this one goddamned time, I had been transported unarmed. A horribly familiar ...

He turned me too soon. I was not ready for those eyes, and I feared I would never be, but sweet lord, how could I complain? As far as I ...

It was a very curious sight, to see Damascus share my form so nearly, from the shapes, to the unhealthy pallor. Was that merely the lighting? "Huh. Damn. Lookit, indeed." ...

Boris raised a brow, limiting his surprise to only a single facial feature. "Damascus, now? Apophis neglected to mention him. But that would be just...lovely." he looked distant for the ...

I flinched at the suddeness of the splash, initially, but when I'd had a moment to register, it actually felt rather nice. "Ach!- Damascus, you rascal- heh, alright." I grinned, ...

Damascus' voice awoke me from some hazy reverie. I squinted, taking a moment to remember what he had said. "Oh! Overr, over here. Hello."

Boris swallowed hard, and in his haste, almost choked. He coughed. "I'll go first! I choose dare." he said boldly.

Boris brushed his cheek with a finger, and let it go. It was nice to know that Auryon held his friendship so dear. He lowered his face at her description ...

Boris smiled at the gun Auryon had gestured across the room with, as though he'd found it endearing. If she'd done it in his own house, it would have been ...

His prior shyness completely forgotten in the new turn of events, Boris was easily caught up in the competitive spirit. He grabbed chocolate squares and marshmallows, and began to excitedly ...

Boris appeared at the door, hair somewhat ruffled, but otherwise neat in his usual muted green suit, and a subtly Christmassy dark red scarf, his only visual acknowledgement of the ...