iBrevity wrote:aquamarine wrote:AH YES, I've been waiting for this to come out <3 Amazing amazing as always, I DO hope there will be a fourth chapter to this? Please?
This deserves 10000000 cookie points.
Thank you so much for this. xD I was afraid nobody was reading it anymore. 8D I'm glad you like this; the fourth installment should be coming. xD I'm going to introduce some fellow spies of Chy's, lawl~
Anyway, on-topic;
Comm [m] xxx The Shadow [m]
The old man tapped his restless foot against the ground, an inner rhythm that matched the words he spoke.
"They call him the Shadow." He grinned at the young audience he faced, hungry eyes turned towards him as they gobbled up the tale he spun. "He is a man of magic and darkness, someone who hides in fairytales and folklores. It is said that he has thousand forms, but in all of those he holds eyes of molten gold; and when you see The Shadow, that is how you will know it is him." He winked, leaning back as he continued. "Many say he does not exist at all, that he is but a figment of our imagination but we know the truth, don't we?"
One child lifted his pale hand with a wide smile and pushed his shaggy dark green hair out of his face. "Mister, tell us about when he was born."
The man laughed as he took the kid and put him on his lap, balancing him on a knee. "They say that he's been alive for centuries if he's alive at all; that he's immortal. Nobody knows when he was born, or even where he comes from. But he is the greatest assassin that ever lived, and no one will best that reputation in the time we'll see."
From the corner, a long-legged man straightened. The clink of dogtags rustled against his chest as he frowned and folded his arms, glaring at the older man. "Stop telling stories, Da. We all know 'The Shadow' doesn't exist. It's just a child's tale."
But when he turned away his father leaned in with an eager grin and muttered just loud enough for his son to hear, "Poor Comm has never understood, has he kids?"
They all giggled and Comm frowned, but rather then complaining he picked a route to the back door. His footsteps were silent as he carried the trash out, lifting the dumpster lid and pouring the can in. As he worked he hummed to himself to fill in the silence the created; and abruptly, suddenly, the pressure of a hand on his shoulder drew from him a yelp.
"Shhh." A few locks of fine black hair brushed his shoulder when the other leaned forward, and the flicker of white teeth appeared beside him. "I owe you no harm."
Twisting to glare at him, Comm jerked out of his grasp and dropped the can, letting it clatter to the ground. "You don't sneak up on people in this neighborhood." He growled, hefting the trashcan back up and turning away. "If you need a meal, go to the front door."
He didn't even blink but he swore the man moved like light. He stood in front of him on the back doorstep, leaning against the door frame, his grin wide and sultry. "I can't go inside, kid. I find that showing up in public has a certain... disadvantage."
Opening his mouth to tell him off, Comm abruptly stopped. "It is said that he has thousand forms, but in all of those he holds eyes of molten gold; and when you see The Shadow, that is how you will know it is him."
The man's gold eyes twinkled as his grin widened. "Something wrong, kid?"
Comm gaped at him. "You have gold eyes. Gold eyes." He stepped back. "Holy-"
The Shadow's gloved hand closed over his mouth and he chuckled; even in the darkness the gold shimmer of his eyes made them seem like they were smoldering. "Now that you've recognized me," he drawled, nonchalant and casual. "Will you fetch me some food?"



iPawki wrote:Possibly my favorite of yours, iBrevity. Absolutely amazing story and pairing~<3
Rainpelt wrote:I have to agree with iPawki, out of all of your many wonderful stories, this is probably one of my favorites ^^
Saluna wrote:Please write a book. Several books if you have to, just make it so I can sit back in my pj's and read these stories over and over again. D:
Selcouth wrote:@Brev: Fff, I feel bad that I've never commented on that particular pair. |D" Taci and Chy seem so... Human, so realistic in their personalities, and I think they're some of my favorite characters of yours. Of course, I love the way you mold specific personalities and characteristics with all of your characters {which is a feat that I, personally, find very hard to do when working with a lot of them}, but these two seem so life-like that I can't help but love them. :D
Their story and interactions with one-another are all kinds of adorable, and I really can't wait for the fourth chapter!
{And I second the book idea- if I don't see something written by you on a top selling list, sometime in the somewhat-distant-future, I might cry. ;w;}
The Shadow sounds sexy. I love this pair, too. <3 The idea is so very creative, and like the aforementioned pair of Taci and Chy, their interactions are wonderful. :3












iPawki wrote:
Damien [m] | Madeleine [f]
Her hand pushed back a lock of ebony hair as her feet tapped the tiles rhythmically, in anticipation.
She was a girl of few words; most people teased her about it at first, but her nonchalance pushed back the bullies until they bothered her no more. Madeleine was calm enough to not care what they said; their words bounced off and she was left unharmed, untouched. Her mother, before her death, had always told her to be herself. She had always kept the promise and had no intentions of breaking it. Her mother was one of those few, distant memories that she would never forgot; instead, they clawed at her head in the depths of the darkness that found it's way over her only too many times. She didn't like to be seen, so instead, she found her life in sorrow and those wishes that she found never came true. She knew she wasn't good enough for the village: even though she was beautiful, she wasn't tough enough to hold back the pains of the war and the menacing threats of famine. And so, growing up, she had no one to work for and nothing to do, except stare out her window and watch the steady trickle of frost sweep her windows until they were coated with mountains of fresh white. Sometimes, even, she would dance around her house with the brush of her broomstick until the dust flew away from the parched, wooden tiles.
He had laughing green eyes; he wore a collar that signified he was lower than the rest. He seemed to drag himself into the village, holding his chest as though he was about to fall and collapse onto the dusty roads of neighborhood, his eyes cast down and his breath heavy with the whippings of the wind. His young face was caressed with weariness, and he seemed invisible to the others, nothing more than beggar with nowhere to go. Leaning out of her frosty window, however, Madeleine saw him. Her eyes were keen enough to spot those tiny details and she felt as though she could understand his sorrow. As he walked by, she opened her door. "Wait!" She called out, and the one man straightened. He turned to her, and for a moment she thought she saw something more than a poor man's gaze, but it dissolved quickly. "Come in," She murmured to him quietly, and he stepped into her house without a moment's worth of hesitation. The snow powdered her pristine wooden floors with his flakes as it shook itself off of the man's boots and spread around the floor.
She stared at him for a while, then turned away. His steady gaze made her blush as she said, "Why did you come?"
His gaze reached for her, and his words were soft as he spoke, "You've got pretty eyes, don't be afraid to show them."
A slow smile crept onto her face, but she still wouldn't look at him. Madeleine slowly turned to him, repeating, "Why did you come? Who are you?" Her eyes were keen on the fact that he was not the beggar he had pretended to be so well. Looking at him, he was so different. So much taller. His eyes were still laughing, and his smile still wide. But there was still the same, unmistakable scarred emotion to his expression, still that pain on his face.
"I'm an enemy. A soldier. From another country. You shouldn't trust me. I might be dangerous. I came here to escape the fate of a traitor, for having helped one of your kind."
She didn't care. "Your name, sire?"
He grinned. "Damien."
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