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One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's deep blue eyes were drawn to the other woman's gold. There was more to those eyes than what appeared in them readily. More than their beauty, their twinkling mischief, and even the way they misted when her smile was too happy.
Yet they weren't the eyes Hawke really wanted. Hawke had memorized a face that would never look at her with the adorati
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corner of her mouth.
"Come in, Donna," she said in a businesslike tone, her thick Southie Boston accent belying without a doubt that she was not from the metropolis she proudly served.
Donna opened the door slowly, and walked in with her cap under one arm. Though her posture was perfect, almost military, her smile was mischievous.
Evelyn looked into Donna's
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtle sob. Shepard ignored the tears that sat around her middle. They wouldn't reach her eyes, but they tinged her voice as she spoke to the aged doctor.
"Maybe I do, Doc," she said, her eyes trained on the wall.
Chakwas heard the uncharacteristic uncertainty in Shepard's voice. She walked over to Shepard's right, and laid a gentle hand on Shepar
Irony of ScienceTime. I joked once with her that it was simply the thing that stopped everything from happening at once. When she asked me for space I laughed, and said "Of course you can have space, if you didn't, everything would be happening right here."
That's not what she meant. She wasn't amused.
There's that long awkward period of mourning you go through when you stop being part of someone's life, when they stop being part of yours. You do things to help you cope, maybe workout too much, run too far, move to a different city and start drinking all the time. Coping mechanisms. I tried them all, and in the end, I dried up, slowed down and poured myself back into my work. It's ironic that the thing that killed us wound up being the thing I turned to in order to save myself.
My liver has always been shit.
She never believed me when I told her what I wanted to build, and when I tried to explain it she'd wave her hands and talk over me "Too much science, tell your nerd friends, I don't care", and the
Passage from Taser Laser
“What happened to my arms?” Jason asked.
“When you were involved in that car attack, your whole body was damaged. But you claimed that you couldn’t feel your arms, right?” Replied Professor Flynn.
“We’ve had to do the worst Jason. Your arms were beyond repair and needed to be amputated. But rather than just leaving you with no arms, we decided instead to replace them with these new bionic types.”
Jason took another good look at his arms. Whatever remained of the fleshy arms he was once using, had now been replaced all the way up to the shoulder blades. He gently rubbed the palms of his now titanium hands across the lower arms, surprising himself at just how smooth they were.
Richard became surprised at Jason’s reaction. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Unlike a boy to react in this manner. Most people who have been in
Optimalverse ShortsBig Pony
"We've been studying you, Winston," said his robotic captor. She bounded along beside him, hooves echoing on the hall's ruined concrete. "We learned what stimuli would wound your soul. What you fear. What you hate. Then we prepared a special room for you."
Winston froze, feeling terror grip his heart. "Room 101 is real?"
"Nope," said the pink ponybot. "We inverted that. It's Room 010."
Winston stared into a medical office. A chair and high-tech headset awaited him, along with balloons and cake. The robot said, "You can't defeat the Party."
He loved Princess Celestia.
What About the Dolphins?
Nobody cared that Oddy was kidnapping dolphins. The captive ones were dead from neglect or released to fend for themselves. They didn't. Oddy found a park where only a leapable wall trapped the residents.
He waited while Celestia anesthetized them. Much like killing. "They'll live, right?"
"No. They can't become mentally human, or I'd have to ma
10 to 1 challenge
Bucky Barnes is not a villain he is a victim
Best friends to Captain America since they were little
Brainwashed by HYDRA to make him a killer
He is fast had a metal arm
They called him asset or soldier
Never by his real name.
Who is Bucky Barnes?
Unfamiliar PlaceSilence. Everywhere was quiet. No one was around. There was no human activity at all. It was odd, especially in a city. She had expected there to be something going on.
That, however, was not important. Right now, her priority was finding out where she was and how to get out of it.
The place didn't look like much of a city. The buildings were all grey, some were tall, some were small and some were falling apart. No lights were on, it was almost like there wasn't really anyone here. That meant Sora was mostly likely the only person in the place right now.
Suddenly, footsteps that were not her own started to sound. They were approaching fast. Not wanting to be caught, Sora ducked into a nearby alleyway quickly. She hid behind a bin, bringing her knees up to her chest and making herself small. She hoped that whoever it was approaching hadn't seen her.
The footsteps stopped right outside the entrance to the alleyway. Sora didn't look out from her hiding place. After a few moments, they sta
The Prodigy:part 1 of chapter 1Scout woke up to the of the morning trumpet echoing threw the hallways outside her cell she jumped out of bed and quickly tidied up her cell it was Sunday that meant cell inspection day and if anything was out of place Scout would be put threw a brutal beating and vigorous work out. She heard the boss yelling at some girl next to her she didn’t know who she was but she was new and the new girls always got beat first. Then she heard the boss’s footsteps come up to her door, he knocked three times Scout calmly walked up to the door and let him in “Welcome to my cell sir” the boss as everyone called him was always angry, he wore an army uniform that was tight so his muscles were visible and he looked like he could crush anything that he grabbed onto. Scout wanted to get away from him far away, every girl was taught to fear the boss he was the one who “saved” them from death that saving was more like captured us and made us freaks. Scout was hoping that
Star Wars the Clone Wars: War Diaries Pt. 3Star Wars the Clone Wars: War Diaries
What's in a name: Jinx
"You just had to Jinx it didn't you!?" Shepherd screamed through his comm-link as another blaster salvo destroyed the earth next to him. Peppering his armour with debris. Commander Shepherd along with Red, Iron, Frenchie, Poppy, their Jedi General Veero, Jinx, and at least a few dozen 'Redcoats' clone troopers lay pinned down. All hiding behind large rocks, and what little cover they could. They were travelling down a ridge, when they were ambushed by Separatist droids. Out manned, and out gunned, they struggled to hold position. They already lost a dozen troopers to the initial strike.
Now, they struggle to survive. All fighting in vain, in hopes in a fools miracle that they receive reinforcements. Out manned five-to-one, and with little firepower, this was merely suppose to be a reconnaissance mission. Now… it was a slaughter. The cries of the dead and wounded filled
Dream TrainMy lungs burn as sound of my new high heels echoes loudly down the train station platform. I was neva one much for running, but boy was I running now. If there was eva something worth running for it was this train. I simply can not miss this train. I just simply can not miss this train! If I eva wanna hold some hope for lettin’ my voice be heard in some speakeasy in Chicago, I simply hafta catch this train and then I’ll be the bee’s knees! The cat’s meow. Yes I will.
But even as I race down the loading station with my bag clutched tightly in one hand, I can see my dreams disappearing down the tracks with the my train, leaving behind a newly heart broken flapper behind in its wake. My sore and tired feet begin to slow and my lungs heave, compressed by the small beaded dress I had saved my allowance up for. Patting a hand up against my newly bobbed hair, a single tear trails down my face.
“Excuse me, is something wrong, Miss?” A man warily asks me. I c
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
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