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Age of the Empires: Chapter V“Guard the emperor!”Age of the Empires: Chapter V by PTDaHood
Yao’s eyes shot open, released from dreams. Without giving his horror a second thought, he pulled himself from bed, the memory already melting.
And, because the room was dark and unbearable even in reality, in calm, thankful reality, he slid the curtains open, just to see the sun.
There was no sun. The sky was gray and clouded. But there was light, he thought. At least there was light. “Kiku,” he rasped, glad to hear his lips working, “Kiku. Your first class is in an hour.
“Kiku?” he hissed, spinning about and nearly knocking his head against his own desk in the process. The duvet was neatly folded into a cushion-like square at the end of bed, the mattress smooth and unwrinkled, and empty. For reasons unbeknownst to him, Yao felt a stone-like plummet down his gut. Punctual Kiku... He strode to the door and cracked it open, not wincing at the light. “Kiku?” he said again, still softly—Mei and L
Age of the Empires: Chapter IVDrafts sliced softly through the windows. Yao bathed in the cold rather than shivered; the heater had been on all throughout the week.Age of the Empires: Chapter IV by PTDaHood
Where was Kiku? His last midterm had passed a week ago. Yao glanced out the window, as though he could actually see the front entrance: instead, he saw the trees outside the common room and, beneath those, the small beaten trail leading to the lake, made from years of students sneaking out in the night.
He knew Yong Soo often did this; he would often go himself on separate nights, and sometimes Leon would follow him, during which times he would help him with martial arts, a passion of his. Most nights they would simply sit silently, necks craned back to see the sky. It was only when Mei had begun sneaking out as well—a week after they had moved in—that Yao began worrying.
As if he had not been doing enough of that.
An hour passed. Two. Kiku? He had never arrived home so late.
So when his phone rang, he sprang for it immediately, registering
One Minute in Heaven“We planned to be there at six,” said Jet, looking at his phone again. “It’s seven something and we’re still on the train.”One Minute in Heaven by PTDaHood
“Sorry?” said Brandon, ducking a bag. “At least the subway’s empty enough so you can sleep on me!”
“Please don’t,” said Edward. “If you value your virginity.”
Brandon pouted. “Mouuuu.”
“Stop. No. Stop.”
“It’s too early for this,” Jet snapped. “God DAMN, you guys are such COCKS.” He paused, but no one around him turned to look. The perks of being in New York—no one stares at you in Manhattan for vulgar words. They are much too used to worse. Unlike Massachusetts, at home.
He scowled. “Why couldn’t I bring my dog?” he grumbled.
“Because your sister doesn’t love you enough,” said Edward. He stared out the window, into the blackness. “I thought you sa
Age of the Empires: Chapter IIIArthur's magic club had not met for weeks—midterms—and would not meet for yet another. He admitted to himself that it felt somewhat lonely—nothing new, nothing negative. Sometimes, it seemed to him that he had been born lonely: In a past life, he was probably lonely as well.Age of the Empires: Chapter III by PTDaHood
But reincarnation—that was not something he quite believed in; Francis, on the other hand...
He scowled a little. He shared a room with Francis and Alfred, though he had vied so hard to be with Matthew instead. He saw so little of him that, in his mind, he could barely trace the shape of his face.
But the lack of people helped him—in between one exam and then a paper, he had the time to scour campus for Gilbert.
As luck would have it, Gilbert and Kiku were together that day.
They were sitting at the lake, very pointedly avoiding the benches—"Real men sit on the floor!" Arthur could practically hear Gilbert say—three full steps away from the shore. Gilbert sat with hi
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The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr by Vigilo
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
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