tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193687902159055182024-03-13T15:36:52.635-05:00Faction of the Lost OnesA Perfect Genetics Legacy ChallengeLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-49783756166252837132019-04-05T18:00:00.000-05:002019-07-10T23:38:41.863-05:001.20 The Family He Made
Agonin rubbed his forehead and temple with an exasperated movement. Minha was carefully taking mental notes over the paperwork they had dug through. She'd even paused the research into her next job she was working on just to help him go over these figures... again.
He stole a glance at the waiting letter resting on his desk - unopened.
He told himself it could wait until a bit later Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-6910140745609574392019-03-01T18:00:00.000-06:002019-04-16T20:38:59.746-05:001.19 To Feel NostalgicAgonin’s fingers brushed down the paper.
It feels ridiculous to me that you're using a letter to know me by. It feels unfair to you, so please, call me Sol.
A name is a heavy thing, but this one felt heavier than most. It stirred something in him - something he couldn’t place.
Sol.
How intimate to know… just a name. He knew many names, yet it was because it was hers it made it... more.Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-23105204230063301392019-02-01T18:00:00.000-06:002019-03-01T18:01:13.352-06:001.18 You've Got a Friend in MeS. Believe me, this job isn’t as glorious as it seems. I used to think this job would be the most ideal - I have power and titles. What more could anyone ever ask for? Instead, it’s mostly paperwork and making sure overpowered children don’t cause any collateral damage when they throw tantrums.
Being honest, it’s nice to have a chance to converse with someone who doesn’t regard me as either Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-12979556210945344472019-01-04T18:00:00.000-06:002019-02-01T19:10:51.195-06:001.17 Jonnie“This looks painful.”
I smile at my Jack with pride, “yes well, it is if I do it incorrectly, but I won’t.” “If you’re certain, my lady.” He smirks without looking at me, and I’m tempted to swat at him, but I have to focus on keeping my balance instead. I can feel my weight on the top of my toes pressing down against the wood in my shoes for support.
I lower myself back down Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-3220706554365200932018-09-27T17:09:00.000-05:002019-04-18T19:14:05.268-05:001.16 I'd Rather Be Wrong
IMPORTANT Author's Note: Hey everyone, this is very important, so please read up. The following chapter is FAR longer than any normal Factions chapter prior. This chapter is actually what I would define as a "connector" chapter into my other stories - predominantly: Where the Willow Walks.
This chapter is NOT required for Factions-only readers.
I repeat: this chapter is Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-68438334166243144542018-09-18T00:00:00.000-05:002018-09-27T17:11:58.991-05:001.15 And I Will Spin Anyways
S.,
Please find safety outside of Irena’s Library if you haven’t already. I need to know you’ve made it out alive.
-Agonin
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Lord Agonin,
Please do not worry, I’ve found refuge with members from Stein’s family. Please stay safe yourself; it seems a great number of terrible things are happening.
-S.
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S.,
I assure you that you need not worry for Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-57822842679307806512018-09-15T00:00:00.000-05:002018-09-18T00:24:40.065-05:001.14 Interlude: Dance With Me
1,855 Years Ago
Jack Demarco fell back hard onto his mat on the floor, his eyes hard as he focused on the ceiling. The party from earlier was still turning over in his head and he gritted his teeth with a groan before flipping over onto his side.
“You seem full of angry energy tonight, Jack.” His mother murmured from where she lay. “Thinking about the party?”
“No.” He lied, Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-36531407862878248442018-07-03T01:43:00.001-05:002018-09-15T00:04:37.875-05:001.13 A Lord, Not a Stable BoyI hated all of them - those suitors your father would invite over fortnightly.
I hated how haughty they were, thinking it was them who were the catch and not you.I hated their habits and manners. They groped at the servant-maids for a laugh and saw women only for what was between their legs.
I hated how they smelled of smoke and booze, the scent hovering around them in a cloud Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-57800483565194389862018-01-27T02:33:00.000-06:002018-09-12T19:09:34.219-05:001.12 The Promise of a Sunrise“My lady? Ana?”
Something shakes me carefully. “Ana? My lady? Wake up, please.” The whisper continued, soft and slow.
I groan slightly, moving between sheets that smelled like the poppies that bloomed in the field where they hung to dry. “Just a little longer...” I never liked waking up - but Janna was never this gentle with me usually. How strange?
There’s a chuckle and my Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-27067650612926110772018-01-21T21:21:00.000-06:002018-09-22T16:44:19.230-05:001.11 The Key to Answers‘Why?’
It was my first word. I have always been told that I was an inquisitive boy. I wanted to know everything, and ‘why’ is the word that got me there.
‘Why are we moving to Aurora Skies?’
‘Why are we taking a boat?’
‘Why do you look so sad?’
‘Why did mommy leave us?’
I think my father got tired of it quickly, even though he tried not to. My sister Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-64157058438542542822017-09-23T22:04:00.002-05:002018-04-15T19:14:32.972-05:001.10 Escape in the NightLord Agonin, I know there are formalities that come with writing a letter, but I’ve long since forgotten them, please forgive me. I used to be so much more well versed in the art of proper conversation; my mind is simply not the same anymore.
I’m not sure if it will ever be the same, either. While your compliments to me flatter me, I must say it’s difficult to feel strong when I cannotLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-7949101137551974202017-05-14T22:58:00.000-05:002018-04-15T19:13:44.229-05:001.09 A Stubborn Lady
To the strong woman who overcame a monster,
My name is Agonin. You likely don’t know me but I know of you. There aren’t words that fully express my admiration of you, truthfully.
I’m aware of the facts of what you’ve endured at the hands of the monster known as Zachurr. It’s something we have in common, I suppose. When I was younger, I was tormented by the same monster - though I wasLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-777492111152744952017-03-14T00:35:00.001-05:002018-07-07T16:15:59.928-05:001.08 Interlude: The Game of Horseshoes
1,856 Years Ago
The pitchfork made a familiar noise as it met resistance in the hay. Jack exhaled sharply as he leveraged his strength to scatter some of it for the horses that were grazing around him.
"Put your back into it, come on now!" It was Nicky who jeered at him and Jack swung the hay wide, hitting him with it which got an annoyed response in return. "Hey! Watch it!"
Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-16433004718219968032017-03-11T22:22:00.000-06:002019-02-06T15:41:51.999-06:001.07 Lost Like Spoons
Vibrant. If there were ever a word that so described you perfectly, Ana, it would be vibrant. Your soul is vibrant. Your laugh is vibrant. Everything is more vibrant with you in it.
When I was seven I had no idea how dear you would be to me. When I was ten and you left for school was even harder. The house was so quiet when you left for boarding school. Boring. Silent. Dull.
It lacked Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-87770144601424117742017-02-17T01:27:00.001-06:002018-09-22T15:45:45.559-05:001.06 Vibrant Pink
The day was perfect. I can count each of the sparse white clouds that roll over the blue sky in the heat of the afternoon.
“Did you get one more?” His voice calls me to look at him curiously. Jack is staring at me inquisitively. His perfect brown eyes squinting slightly in the way he does when he thinks too hard.
“Did I get more? What are you talking about? You’re being silly, Jack.” ILivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-25823914719263146072017-01-28T23:16:00.001-06:002018-10-27T16:58:24.127-05:001.05 I'm Sorry, Ana
Soliana. Where did you go? Where could you have possibly gone? The world is too big and I am too small. I shouldn’t have left so soon. I should’ve said goodbye first. Surely you knew I was coming back… you had to. I could never leave and not come back.
Not when you’re there for me to come back to. It was foolish for me to ask you to leave with me, your parents have been nothing but kind Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-37030945333285362452017-01-19T02:02:00.003-06:002017-01-28T23:17:02.410-06:001.04 The Men in WhiteMy memories are still evading me. I get glimpses every now and then - pieces of something I’ve lost. Or perhaps it was never mine to claim in the first place.
Jack was too good for me. I just wish I knew what happened to him. Would I ever be able to move on from him? Never.
I could never. My heart belongs with him, and if he has died, that means my heart died too. The world isLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-4873260294500940992017-01-08T03:22:00.000-06:002018-05-29T22:07:57.939-05:001.03 Trick of Children
“Soliana! Soliana!”
Someone is shouting. I know that voice. I know that name. That’s my name. Soliana.
“Jack?” I ask him weakly. My head is throbbing. Everything is throbbing. I felt as though I had fallen off the top of a tall roof accidentally. “Is that you?”
“Soliana! Soliana!” Panic still filled his voice. Could he not hear me?
“Jack, I’m right here.” I try again. Have I fallenLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-36014343603195548592016-12-17T22:21:00.001-06:002017-01-08T03:22:30.045-06:001.02 You Cannot Run
His laughter sends chills down my spine. It’s disturbing and almost unreal. He walks with a slight limp, seeming sluggish until he jolts forward suddenly at rapid speed. You could stare at the monster for days, watching him - trying to learn his patterns but you never will.
You can try to run, but he’ll always find you.
I tried to run. I remember that.
It was the time the monster Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-55462736390304620462016-12-03T23:28:00.000-06:002018-10-27T17:00:42.957-05:001.01 A Strangely Alive Artifact
I can still hear his laughter: the deranged laughter of a monster. It’s seared in my mind - his voice, his chilling touch, the feeling of his breath against my ear. Why had I gone with him? I can’t remember. I don’t think I went willingly. Why would I have? He wasn’t my Jack.
I shove the memories of laughter from my head and focus on my Jack instead. If I focus hard enough I can see his Livvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-619368790215905518.post-84094432112734389592016-12-02T02:54:00.000-06:002018-09-23T18:39:11.410-05:001.00 My Only Regret
Every, single person alive has moments they regret. The dead have regrets too, I’m sure, but I can’t speak for them. Or, perhaps I can? Is this what it is to be dead? No. I don’t think that monster would ever let me die. It’d be too easy. It’d be too boring for him.
Everything has blurred away. I can hardly remember the things I once clung to for dear life - desperate to hold onto, desperate toLivvielovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511324627281930744noreply@blogger.com5