Strangelove, Depeche Mode Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Another day, a little more eyeliner than before, and surprisingly, still no one had said anything. Earlier that morning, Ezio had passed by L, and she’d given him an interesting look, but hadn’t said anything, either. Ezio was never terribly skilled at reading other people’s moods or expressions, particularly not L’s, as her varying looks seemed to all have a different meaning, depending on the day. He had long ago given up making sense of her. It was likely much better for his blood pressure. Drake was working on another book. Ezio was reading one, occasionally listening to the sounds of…

Moonsong, Adrian von Ziegler Previous | Chapter Listing | Next His eyes had always been that colour. Ezio remembered when they first met, back at France, and he’d turned a corner and nearly smacked into Drake. The first thing Ezio had noticed was how beautiful his eyes were. They were the same colour as Jean’s, but Drake’s were different. Somehow, they seemed warmer. Jean’s were like ice, but Drake’s had always been more like the midday sky, bright and almost too much. Ezio smiled a little to himself, settling down on the couch next to him. Drake was reading something, unsurprisingly, but Ezio didn’t mind. Just being around him was…

Gaia, Blackmill Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Hospitals, Ezio had discovered, had a particular feeling about them that no other location inspired. It was a strange feeling, as he sat in the waiting area, watching the wall for the most part. Occasionally, he’d glance out the window at the snow. It was falling softly to the ground, in swirls of white, and watching it fall was keeping his nerves in check. Ezio always did love the snow. Ezio smiled to himself, and then the door opened. “Sorry about the wait, Ezio,” his doctor said, shuffling over to him and handing him a bag. It rattled. “It’s okay,” he said.…

My Dsmbr. Mickey P., Linkin Park, Kelli Ali Previous | Chapter Listing | Next It was difficult to find death flowers. They were very rarely available in the potion ingredients shop, and Ezio didn’t know anywhere that they grew. To find one, he’d have to rely on his death magic, and for the most part, Ezio never bothered with it. He barely knew how to use it, because Ezio simply wasn’t that kind of person. All the same, he supposed he was given his death magic for a reason. Ezio was a necromancer, whether he liked it or not, and maybe it was about time he started figuring out how…

Someday You Will Be Loved, Death Cab for Cutie Previous | Chapter Listing | Next This was a little bit ridiculous. Morgyn didn’t believe in these kinds of things. They defied logic, at least the logic that Morgyn understood, but at this point, the blond had nothing else to turn to, either. Humans, after all, had a tendency to accept defiance of logic, if it made them feel better. It seemed, Morgyn would be no exception. If nothing else, the point of this sort of person, their role in society, was to guide people. And damned if Morgyn couldn’t use a little guidance. The blond released a breath, looking up…

My Blood, Ellie Goulding Previous | Chapter Listing | Next The sound of snow crunching under his boots was louder than he expected, and also, somehow, quieter. He made his way towards the trees, following some instinctive pull to somewhere. Ezio could hear it, around the sound of some strange, endless roaring noise, the screeching and singing that he heard in magic realm. For a moment, he wondered if he should follow the sound. Something told him not to. He didn’t, instead turning another direction. There was nothing but blackness, but if he squinted, he could barely make out what he thought were trees, or should be, vegetation. He looked…

Every Time You Go, Ellie Goulding Previous | Chapter Listing | Next “He’s usually not this late,” Morgyn said, fingers rapping against one arm. Drake grunted from where he was sitting at one of the tables. Morgyn had been pacing around and saying something to that effect for probably the last twenty minutes. It was starting to get annoying, but that was most likely because Drake’s paranoia was starting to play off Morgyn’s. They had an interesting talent at sitting here going in circles and making each other anxious. They could do it for hours if left to their own devices. Ezio hadn’t come downstairs just yet. It was concerning,…

Cold Hearted, Paula Abdul Previous | Chapter Listing | Next It was stupid. And stupid. And Morgyn was stupid. And this was stupid and everything was stupid, stupid, stupid. Morgyn was angry. Primarily, the blond was angry at no one else but the blond. It turned out, Caleb was right, and Morgyn had messed up, again, and Ezio had said absolutely nothing to the blond that morning. He’d glared, though. Morgyn should be glad for that much, at least Ezio hadn’t completely shut down on the sage, but it still stung. Morgyn meant well. Of course, then Morgyn remembered that often the road to hell was paved in good intentions,…

Pushing Me Away, Linkin Park Previous | Chapter Listing | Next “Do we have to stay here?” the woman asked. Long brown hair was loosely tied back behind her, henna tattoos decorating dusky-skinned hands that held a fluffy Burmese cat, one eye green and the other blue. The woman’s grey eyes looked up at the tall, narrow house. She wasn’t sure if she could make anything of this mess. “You don’t,” the other woman answered. They looked alike, in the facial structure, but she was a little darker, and had black hair, resting over her shoulder, and violet eyes. “If you want to, you’re free to go your own way.…

Why Can’t This Be Love, Van Halen Previous | Chapter Listing | Next For once, it was absolutely silent. Ezio had come down for breakfast, Morgyn not far behind, over there making coffee, and neither had said a word to the other. Ezio wasn’t sure how to feel about it. There were so many questions in his head, things he wanted to say to Morgyn, things he wanted to talk about. The problem was, as often it was, was that he didn’t know how to word it all in the right way. Words were necessary parts of human culture, but were often oh so inefficient for the job they were…