freedom to know eternityi.freedom to know eternity by *DrMeh
Dragon's shadow is bigger than him.
Jane only notices this when they're flying patrol. Her eyes trace the shape following them on the ground so far below, and a faint memory tickles her bones – "So much nothing between here and there," she'd whispered, more scared and alive than she could ever want – she teeters on the edge of realization – but it falls away as soon as Dragon opens his snout and whoops with sheer joy. The powerful cords of muscle along his snakelike body curl with exertion as they cut through the sky, and behind her wide-open eyes, Jane knows what it is to be free.
She joins him in one long wail, the happiest they've ev
Svartiseni.Svartisen by *DrMeh
The day Trisha Elric dies is the day Winry Rockbell decides she's going to be a mechanic when she grows up.
Her grandmother is pleased, of course. "Good for you," she congratulates when Winry tells her. "It would be a shame to let your talent go to waste."
Five year old Winry doesn't understand any of that. She only looks at Ed and Al, tears streaming from their glazed eyes, and understands that mechanics fix things.
"Winry," Ed whispers. She moves closer, breathless- she'd run straight over the second she heard what happened.
"Ed," she says, and doesn't know what to say. "I- I'm so sorry." He doesn't reply, and she hesitates, casts a
Bloom +faces+BloomBloom +faces+ by *DrMeh
First Garden (of faces)
Shelke Rui, when asked, claims that she does not remember her time in Deepground. "It's all a blur," she explains, sometimes to Vincent Valentine, sometimes to Nanaki, once to Tifa Lockhart, and refuses to say any more on the matter.
The truth is, as it usually is (she's beginning to learn), somewhat more complicated.
It is blurry, but in varying degrees.
She does not remember her first night in Deepground at all; not so much as a blur as an entire blank spot. It begins with Shalua tucking her in, kissing her hair with a whispered wish for sweet dreams, and exiting Shelke's room quietly, leaving the do
Impact Theory"What do you want to be when you grow up?"Impact Theory by *DrMeh
It's a question Welknan schoolteachers ask their students every year, from the day the children enter school to the day the young adults leave. Answers are carefully catalogued and presented to the students at their graduation ceremony in a beautifully decorated scrapbook made by the teacher of each student, added to each year, growing with the child.
It's arguably a silly tradition, and perhaps even morbid to remind the adults of failed childhood dreams, but it's meant to inspire and the children love it, and it's something to do anyway.
Some kids stick to plain, safe answers- tailor, constructio
plutonian shoreI dreamed that I died and it felt like sleepingplutonian shore by *DrMeh
without the dreams.
I dreamed that I died and all I could think of was
the people I left behind;
people I hate, people I love,
people I don't know or maybe I do,
people I don't particularly care about
like the way I don't particularly care
Children in the WallsGames of power in a playgroundChildren in the Walls by *DrMeh
Innocent in their cruelty
We view the world as a game of kings and queens
Through the grey-tinted veil of our humanity
Blessed be though the windows of our souls
Where the wise but evil ravens perch with shrill vibrations of sorrow
And the little girl mourning in the corner is our universe's chain and ribbon
While the fallen angel weeping in the corner asks why he fell
And the kings and queens smile (no answer) and bite their tears as drink, thinking to disregard
The luxury of a conscience is the only one left undesired
Because there is always a corner of crying children
Far too trusting to suffer in
La Tentatrice~*La Tentatrice*~La Tentatrice by *DrMeh
Tes yeux me dirent ton rêve
Un rêve d'amour et un rêve de guerre
Et je pleurais pendant que tu buvais le vin de mes larmes
Je voudrais danser avec toi sur la musique de la vie
Et si tu ferme tes yeux
Je pourrais arrêter les étoiles et te donner le cadeau de l'obscurité
Je touche ton cur bleu pendant que nous regardons la mort du soleil
Tu péchas quand tu crias
Donc, tu dois écouter quand tes amants se noient dans tes mensonges
Je serai la dernière mort
Et quand je partirai
Tu pleureras pour toujours
Your eyes told me your dream
A dream of lov
Halfway to InfinityA veil of hatred clouds his eyes,Halfway to Infinity by *DrMeh
And he sees the world as a bitter dream.
He sees truth in the blackest of lies,
That all things good are not what they seem.
And the world which he'd thought he could love
Turned into a reality and disbelief thereof.
The days sped by in a dreamless haze,
Distorting the slow wheel of raw illusion,
Revealing unto the blurred clarity of his gaze,
The horror that ensnares bliss in delusion.
And his nights turn into sins that reap
As bedeviled angels sing him to sleep.
A clock ticks sweetly for this kingdom undead,
Where nothing becomes the sole absolute,
Its gears of poisoned fire dan