Fear [Frozen Spoilers]Hans hadn’t expected Anna to come back—but there she was, laid out on the lounge, freezing and weak and so very, very vulnerable from a blow delivered by her own sister. "She froze my heart, and… and only an act of true love can save me."Fear [Frozen Spoilers] by supergeek17
"A true love's kiss."
She looked so hopeful, so in love, as he leaned close, and her eyes closed in anticipation of the life-saving kiss. What followed was not a kiss, but words. "Oh, Anna."
She opened her eyes, and, weak as she was, visibly recoiled from him. Any tenderness in his face was gone now, the expression replaced with a smug leer, and his eyes, once green and perfectly ordinary, were completely black. "If only there was someone out there who loved you."
It was in those pitch black eyes that Anna saw a reflection of everything she had felt in the past few days—and suddenly, the fears she had felt paled in comparison to this.
Bandmates and AllHaving worked with the band for as long as she had, Ayame had more or less earned the right to come into the recording studio as often as she pleased.Bandmates and All by supergeek17
This, of course, often meant coming into a war zone— as it did today. The moment she opened the door to the conference room, her senses were bombarded with arguing voices— specifically, the arguing voices of bassist Romano Vargas and secondary guitarist Yong Seo Im. Something about the order of the new album? The drummer Heracles… well she suspected he was a little short of hearing— how else could he sleep through all the shouting?
And then there was lead guitar Matthew, sitting at the head of the table and doodling on his yellow legal pad.
"Meeting going well?" Ayame asked, coming to stand next to him.
Matthew looked up at her and smiled. “They’ll run out of steam eventually.” He laid his pencil aside. “What do you have for us, Ya Ya?”
Ayame blushed at the nickname, but didn’t
Things Found in HarborsToday, Tolys was bringing him something special.Things Found in Harbors by supergeek17
Well, he brought him "something special" all the time—a bit of food from the evening meal earlier (he always came at night), a small trinket when he could afford them, always something from his world. Tonight was different, though.
The gift weighed heavily in his coat pocket, but he hardly noticed as he took careful steps toward the harbor. Tolys lifted the lantern in his hand a little higher. The ships docked in the harbor creaked and swayed in the wind, but he paid them little mind. Smiling at the thought of seeing him again, Tolys quickened his pace—down to the harbor, past the empty pubs and the docks and their ships, to the very last wooden pier, which sat lower to the water than the others. In summer, he would take off his boots and dip his feet in the water to wait, but now, in late February, he couldn't.
He set the lantern down on the edge of the pier and settled himself down next to it, stretching out on his belly wi