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The Magic Fish 3 [RussLiet]
1, 2, 3 (you are here)
This time, Ivan didn’t wait for days to pass before he returned to the lonely dock. It was the very next night in fact, after one quick stop off at home to drop off his share of the haul. The sun was low on the horizon, casting its dying light out over the shimmering water. Already dark enough to appear bottomless, Ivan feared not. He’d only taken the time to celebrate with a few drinks back in town, using the excuse of his family to slip away. No one questioned it now, and they didn’t bother to follow him as they might have last time. He had their trust now; he was one of them again. And yet, Ivan found that he no longer desired the company of his fellow man. Simple conversations were nothing but bland, and where once he had dreamed of having his own grand fishing boat, even that seemed trivial now that he knew what was out there!
The Maid in the Study, with the Teacup [LietBela]It wasn’t the first time that Toris had been forced into this accursed dress; no how he prayed each time it would be the last! The collar was stiff and felt suffocating at times, shoulders slightly puffed and sleeves long, with white cuffs at his wrists. The skirt ran down to just below his knees, hiding the tops of the thigh-high white stockings that he wore. There was a soft white petticoat under the skirt, which gave it a bit of volume as well as letting allowing white ruffles peek out from under the hem of the skirt. Of course the ruffled apron was worn over that black dress; his shoes black, one strap over the tops of his feet, the heel only a little over an inch high. It was somewhat of a last resort for Ivan, Toris knew that much. The Lithuanian would become a little too opinionated, or he would neglect this or that chore around the house, forget to make a fresh pot of tea one too many times. Who knew the way the Russian’s mind worked? Putting Toris in the dress alwa
The Magic Fish 2 [Rus+Liet]
This would be chapter 2, chapter 1 is here! Pic by Arafel, here!
It had been almost two weeks since the day that Ivan had met his ‘magic fish.’ Of course he had badly wanted to visit his new friend again much sooner, but he couldn’t risk it! After having untangled all those pieces of amber from the intricate weaving of the necklace, the Russian had brought them to the market the following day. Everyone was surprised to see them, or rather, see him with them! They regularly scoured the beaches for such treasures, but no one had seen him searching among them. He’d received more than a few inquiries as to where he had gotten the amber; some going so far as to accuse him of trespassing onto some private beach and ‘stealing’ it! No matter the prodding, Ivan’s lips stayed shut.
For the first few days this earned him nothing but contempt from the others. After that however, h
Decorating [Germany and Prussia]The pine tree was only about four and a half feet high, but it was bushy and a healthy green. Trees in America especially were typically floor to ceiling, but Ludwig preferred the traditional smaller tree. They were less work in the end, after all. Requiring less room meant that he didn't have to move his entire living room just to place it, and the ornaments to decorate it could all fit in one neat rubber storage box in the attic. At this rate he was almost finished! Ludwig was humming Stille Nacht to himself as he lifted another glass ornament from the box, unwrapping the paper covering it to reveal the red sphere. The glass wasn't as shiny as it once had been, but it was flawless and smooth. Breathing on it, he rubbed it on his shirt for a moment before he took it by the hook.
Lifting it up to the tree, he looped the hook over the branch, which bobbed slightly when he released it. Next would be a few of the wood carvings that he had collected over the years. Some of them had been ma
By Proxy [Amnesia]Little drabble, ship free, just some musings of mine on Alexander. Still R rated for mentions of torture but that's kind of synonymous with Amnesia yeah?
Daniel was not an innocent man, but he wasn’t a bad man either. He was simply desperate and driven to the edge by circumstances far beyond his control. Impressionable, but not eager to commit himself to the atrocities they carried out in order to keep the shadow at bay. It mattered little, as the time they had grew ever shorter, and Daniel’s fear drove him to do what his flimsy sense of compassion could not.
Everything that Alexander did, he did for his love. All this time, he had only thought of her. There had only been two goals in his life since coming here: Survive and return to her. For Daniel it was different. Daniel was more like those men. The two who had pretended to aid Alexander in his quest to return home, only to betray him in the end. Daniel had wanted knowledge, and he
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