Rosalin could hardly breathe, her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest as she waited under the marble arch. Every sound set her on edge. The slightest brush of the wind against the stones or the flutter of a bird wingreminded her of the soldiers that had been marching through her village.

The war had started long before she was born—if one could call the endless slaughter of Tallians ...

“I broke rules for you!” Usiel cries, all but whining.

Silver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes no longer interested in gazing back at the cherubic blue eyes, the golden hair falling over them in ringlets. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t understand what was happening to him.

Ever since Usiel literally crashed into his life, he was all out of balance.

“I should...

The steady sound of her footsteps matched the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest as Cresta walked the halls of the monastery again. It had been years she had been back in this hub of clerics she had once studied with. Now she was a woman, grown and employed in the temple of the Imperial Palace, a place very far from this serene temple.

Her heart thudded anxiously as she passed through th...

[Dream Girl] logged on to group chat [The Rejects] at 12:35p.m.

DG: I know where all the missing socks go

Read by [Knife Kid], [Mr. Cynical], [Captain F.]

KK: lol wut

CF: that’s great, Lou

DG: don’t patronize me

DG: don’t act like you have never wondered where your socks go

KK: I just

KK: like

KK: lose them?

MC: yeah I don’t really wonder where tf they “go”

Read by [Dream Girl]

DG:...

She was gold.

All of his life Prem had been surrounded by the cold tones of silver. His family crest, a cool grey star to match the namesake of his father, the Silverstar. Their house had been decorated with delicate white curtains intertwined with sparkling silver threads. All of the rings on his hand, gifts from each of his birthdays since he was five, were silver. Even the plates they ate on ...

Caranic had become used to this position: sort of splayed out on some cold hard ground, covered in dirt and grime and blood, his body fractured with injuries.

It didn’t matter where he was, he would get out of this situation. If only he could get up.

“Get up, Caranic,” the voice inside of his head echoes again. It’s a familiar voice though it’s not his own.

The voice belonging to the one who ...

“Hiro.”

Vera’s look was serious, bordering cold to match the severity of this reunion. Their sibling stared back, their glare unshaken at the sight of the sister. This was Vera—this was Vapor.

Vera’s lips twitched up at the sight of stubborn older sibling, as virtuous as the day they were born, holding onto their anger even at the sight of their sister alive and well. This was her fault. It wou...

“Who’s Luca?” Eureka asked. He couldn’t help it, he had to know, but he regrets the question instantly.

Angelo’s brow furrows instantly, his mouth shifting down in the frown. His jaw sets hard, his nostrils flare as he inhales. Silver eyelashes flutter as his gaze traces down.

Eureka swallows nothing, attempting to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He’s made a mistake.

They were just having b...

“Do you believe in destiny?” He asks.

His head drooping, dark curls falling into his eyes. The room was too dark to see, anyway—dark and damp. It smelled like rot and mildew and somewhere he couldn’t see, there was a steady dripping sound pattering an ominous rhythm against the stone floor.

His question—of course directed at the girl chained up and sitting with her back pressed against his—brea...

“You’re leaving?”

Prem’s voice seems to heighten in pitch at the words, like a song. It’s an eerie song if ever there was one, not like one she would sing.

He’s sitting down, looking up at her. She’s standing up, her dark eyes cast down to meet his.

When did she become such a beauty? He thinks this from time to time and the thought appears again as she’s giving him this hopeful, sorrowful l...