Never AloneNever Alone by Tarnisis
Ophelia had always been a girl of a curious nature. From the time she could walk- toddling shakily on the streets of Paris as an orphan- the child had been an adventurous one. If there was something to be found, she would find it. Someplace to go, she would get there.
It had been said often by those who knew the pretty street urchin, that she could sense opportunities. Though she was only ten years old, the girl had a knack for taking care of herself. It was very rarely that she went without food, and she had long since found places to rest when the weather was too cold to stand the elements. Though this might not have seemed like much; any of the other unlucky homeless would have begged to differ. Ophelia was an independent child of the gutter, and she couldn’t have been prouder of herself.
Currently, the ten year old walked the abandoned streets of Paris, as the silence of the world seemed to make everything much darker and seren
Lelouch x Reader - Somebody To Die For Part 11After lunch, my blood and cell samples were taken and Dr. Nina, Lloyd and a few other scientists left the control room to perform some analyses on the samples. The control room was now minimally staffed with only two other scientists and me. It was time to execute my plan.Lelouch x Reader - Somebody To Die For Part 11 by WindMeister8
“Oh shit… my stomach hurts like hell,” I groaned as I clutched my stomach.
“Are you having the runs?” one of the scientists asked.
“I’m not sure… it might be cramps or…” I feigned pain again.
“I think you’d better take some medicine.”
“Yeaah. I’m going to my office. Be back later,” I said as I stepped out of the control room.
Now was the difficult part. I had about a 10-minute window before people became suspicious and started looking for me. I hurried to my office, opened the bottom drawer where I kept my stash of devices. I took out a black box, thumb drive, and some bobby pins and slipped it under my coat.
Dancing into the NightDancing into the Night by Tarnisis
Dancing into the Night: Part One
The sun had long since set upon yet another fall day, and the nighttime hours were well at hand. For weeks on end there had been generous rainfalls over most of Hungary and Romania, and due to this, the nights had gotten considerably colder. From the hearths of their cottages and businesses, many could see the first tendrils of winter breathing impatiently upon the glass. With miniature fractals of ice forming on the windows and all metals that could be found outside, it was apparent to most that being indoors was far more favorable than being out. Not that Lynara really had much of a say in the matter. . .
It was a brisk wind that grew ever vicious, that met the young woman as she exited from the bright tavern to chop more firewood in the dusky autumn eve. Though most of the guest rooms were still well stocked, the great roaring fireplace that kept all the paying customers warm on the main floor had begun to dwin
A TG Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Chains 1The coals resting on the open fire were just about burnt out by morningrise, the old Blacksmith’s hut was never a warm place, but Link made do with what he had. His bed was straw and feathers from the errant chickens that littered the grounds around the place, though woe betide the one sent to collect them. What was strange about that particular morning was that Link had awoken of his own accord, with no assistance from his carer and boss, the Blacksmith. Something was wrong, or at least, amiss, the old Blacksmith never went away without an escort or a retainer, and definitely not without charging his young apprentice with beginning the day’s work.A TG Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Chains 1 by jim-ruggeri
Link hopped up out of bed, and sorted out his trademark green tunic that he had been wearing for all those years. Though he knew that the situation was definitely a strange one, he still didn’t feel much of a hurry, the Blacksmith would undoubtedly be in town, or perhaps at the castle at the request of the Princess Zelda, t
He Was There He Was ThereHe Was There by Tarnisis
She was crying.
He was there.
Wordless pleas for help he hears.
Disappointment, broken years: all she has to show.
Moments when he could see her falling, slowly come to mind.
Moments she was beautiful, and glimpses of her ugly past.
But nothing more than what could be, makes him love her now.
She was waiting.
He was there.
Step by step, he helped her through.
Never what he had to do; always past his way.
Laughter, giggles, smiles and sunshine- he gave them to her willingly.
Out of time he seemed to step, and showed her futures full of hope.
But it was for her to make a choice.
She was hiding.
He was there.
Extending hands of brighter days.
Encouraging in tender ways, and gave a reason why.
She painted truth, he gave devotion: it was the way of things.
If she lost herself, he’d hold a mirror for her sore eyes to see.
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