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The Tower Chapter 1: DawnAt dawn. The tower shone with the Sun, waking up once again. It's gorgeous structure, a 3D vertical labyrinth of stone and quartz, slowly appeared in the darkness, as the arm of a star that had fallen and hit the land, still alight and alive. The windows of the tower, massively delicate mosaics of colorful crystals, of which appearance would remind humans of stained glass from a church, but much more art and beauty than religion and history. The gems, various quartz jewels inlaid on the walls, absorbed the sunlight converged from large crystal lens systems showering the innermost areas of the tower with pure sunlight and warmth. The windowns themselves converged some light of their own, creating dots of sparkles all over the walls, floor and ceilling, which reflected some of these little lights, mimicking glitter. Ray after ray, this excessive lighting woke up one by one all of the tower's inhabitants, who promptly arose with the Sun following the example of their lair, hurrying for th
From my Bandori fic,
Kaoru puts her hands over her heart and closes her eyes. “Aaah, it is a cruel fate, having two big crushes who like you. Asking one to be my girlfriend will break the other’s heart. Plenty of little kittens follow me but those two, they-they are pretty dear to me. I shall take my leave. It is fate that we will talk again.”
Kaoru's a dapper princely girl and while they don't tell you in the game itself you can tell there's a lowkey love triangle between Kaoru Chisato and Kanon. Kaoru's really poetic and knows everything about Shakespeare
“Of Course.” She nods while I pull her into a kiss. “We need rest, come on the liluns will be up at eight tomorrow an they will have us awake.”
There he was, in all of his mother-murdering glory, wearing the same shit-eating grin he had two years ago. The sight of him sitting there, knowing that he’s most likely killed more people since then, people of higher importance, made Prosciutto absolutely sick. This man was a murderer, absolute scum.
And here he was in the same gang as him.
He's perched on his foldable lecture seat, bare toes hooked around the edge of the seat, knees hugged to his chest, one hand supporting his chin, thumb at his lip.
And God did he relish in his presence.
"Made from the wing bone of a Feilong dragon, finished off with persimmon heartwood."
Humans called it daydreaming. She called it an opportunity.
Yet now fate had seen to him being brought into a similar realm, one that he feared had unfinished business with him.
Painted in the boy’s blood were the words:
No one escapes Organ Town.