Time TimeTime by ~Ikariko
The Viera weren't a race who placed a very big emphasis on the concept of time, of time passing or time lost or the time taken for something to happen. The Word of the Wood didn't change with time, a constant melody, a song of their race and their home and the lives they lived. Time spans that could give birth to generations of Humes and their kingdoms and could watch them rise and fall, rise and fall, were time spans in which the Wood remained consistent, barely altering in appearance and in it's Word. Viera lived much longer then Humes and the other races; and for every lifespan of a single one of those, a Viera had barely less
Gold GoldGold by ~Ikariko
If there was one thing Fran had learned about the Hume race, it was that they were entertained by very trivial things.
Favourite articles of clothing, for instance- as if what you wore upon your body had any other purpose but to keep you protected from whatever creature next figured you to be a sufficient dinner. What did it matter what it was made of as long as the material was sturdy and strong? Then there was the jewelry that was apparently a sign of wealth among them- the more rings of heavy, shiny metals they wore, the more bracelets and earrings and necklaces, the higher standing they seemed to be. It made her wonder if B
Ruby RubyRuby by ~Ikariko
There are a few unfortunate truths that, in Balthier's opinion, ought to be considered unholy:
A man can never escape battle without SOME stain on his best cotton shirts and vests;
Smile at a woman once, and suddenly she's a godsforsaken puppy;
And that partners are partners. Nothing else.
But for all his embellished words, condescending smirks, gaudy clothes and his devil-may-care facade, sometimes there are things that force Balthier to admit that he is, indeed, nothing more then a Hume man and can only react as such.
Not mortal, of course. Mortal implies flimsy, perishable; an unstable life that can e
Spread Your Wings Loss and gain are so tightly connected, aren't they?Spread Your Wings by ~Ikariko
These were the thoughts of a certain orange-haired teenager, who sat on his bed, staring out the window of his enormous room. He was the only occupant of the room. Lately, this had been quite common; Kaoru had seldom been alone in the past, but now that Hikaru was always occupied, it was a frequent occurrence. The more thoughtful of the twins continued his contemplations, thinking about how time changes things.
It was the night before the Winter Break at Ouran. So much yet so little had changed since the end of his first year. Renge had finally moved back to France, to the relief of m
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"It Is Better to Reign in Hell Than to Serve In Heaven" John Milton, Paradise Lost