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imagineyourworld · 4 years ago

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“Who are you?”

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Wolffe end up in a small supply closet when you first meet.

Warnings: I don’t think there are any... But correct me if I’m wrong

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At first it was the steps that caught Wolffe’s attention. Softer and quicker than he was used to, it couldn’t be one of his brothers of the General. He tried to focus on anything unfamiliar and even though the steps sounded far away he could have sworn a flowery smell hit his nose. The last straw was when out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman’s reflection in a window he passed. There were no women on the ship. Right now it should only be troopers and Plo Koon, no one else. He didn’t dare contact anyone, afraid the smallest action would alert the woman that he knew something was wrong. So instead he opened the door to a room he knew lead to a small supply closet and waited inside. The footsteps got closer and just a few moments later he opened the door, grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the supply closet with him. It turned out the space was even smaller than Wolffe had anticipated, your chest was pressed against his and your wrists, which Wolffe was holding in one of his hands while the other pointed a blaster at your temple, were closer to his crotch than he would have liked. But he was a trained soldier and though it took him a second he quickly managed to ignore your body against his and your breath fanning his face. “Who are you?”, he grunted, pressing the blaster close to your skin. He looked right into your eyes, waiting for an answer. A mixture of surprise, fascination and just the tiniest hint of fear gleamed in them and it took Wolffe a greater effort than he would have liked to ignore that he liked the way your (y/e/c) eyes seemed to glow in the dark supply closet. “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!” You were clever enough not to try to fight too much in the confined space, though you used all your strength to try to free your hands from Wolffe’s grasp. But he only grabbed them even tighter and brought his face closer to yours. Your breaths were quickining and your chest rose and fell against Wolffe’s, a sensation he was unfamiliar with and tried his best not to think about. Not to think about how soft your hands were and how could smell your sweet perfume with every breath, instead he focused on the defiance in your eyes. “Who are you?”, he asked again, this time barely containing a growl. You tried to free your hands one last time before resigning with an eye roll. “I’m the new Admiral. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Though the name sounded somewhat familiar Wolffe shook his head. “You can’t be an Admiral, you’re too...” Pretty, a voice inside his head whispered, a voice he ignored just as much as your body against his or your lips, which were now only inches away from his own. Wolffe closed his eyes for a second, which had seemed like a good idea until he realized that with his vision gone his body instantly focused more on his other senses. Your soft wrists, the pulse he could feel beneath their skin. Your body heat in all the places the two of you were forced to touch in the tiny closet. The slightly minty scent or your breath and your sweet perfume. Your voice, which sounded softer and kinder than it ought to. “I’m too what?”, you asked. He opened his eyes again, only to be blinded by a bright light a moment later. Both of you instantly turned to the open door. Wolffe loosened his grip ever so slightly, hoping the intruder wasn’t another threat. “Commander Wolffe”, Plo Koon said. “I see you’ve met Admiral (Y/L/N).” Amusement and curiosity echoed in the Jedi’s voice. For just a moment Wolffe’s eyes widened. He looked away from his General and back at you. Your lips were now quirked up in a small smile that made your eyes shine even brighter. Heat, which Wolffe tried to tell himself was all from embarrassment and not the way you smiled at him or how your body was still pressed against his, in front of Plo Koon no less, crept up his body. Quickly he let go of you, returned his blaster to his holster and stepped out of the closet to give you some space. “Admiral, I am so sorry. I thought you were a Separatist or maybe a thief”, he tried to explain, willing his cheeks not to turn red and his expression to remain stoic. “What made you think that?”, the General asked in a tone Wolffe knew meant that he was trying not to laugh. Wolffe’s eyes went from the Jedi back to you. “I just thought she’s too...” Pretty, the voice in his head told him again, but he ignored it. “Too young to be an Admiral.” A small smirk played at your lips, which Wolffe, no matter how hard he tried, couldn’t read. He could read Plo’s expression though, the Jedi, whether through the force or simply because he knew Wolffe, knew the Commander wasn’t telling the whole truth. Finally you stepped out of the closet as well, and in doing so got closer to Wolffe again. Not as close as you were before, but close enough that he would only have to reach out his hands to touch you again, a though that was both terrifying and thrilling to the stoic Commander. “I’ll sleep better until our official first meeting tomorrow knowing such a brave trooper is watching over this ship”, you said in a teasing voice. Wolffe’s efforts not to let your words get to him were rewarded, at least for a short while. “Good night, General. Good night, Commander”, you said before turning around with a wink in Wolffe’s direction. Whether it was the wink, the teasing tone or the way you moved your hips as you walked away, Wolffe knew having you onboard would be trouble. But just before he fell asleep that night he realized that he was looking forward to seeing you every day.

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I’ve wanted to write a Wolffe fanfiction for a while now, but every time I tried Wolffe came off a little too OOC. I hope I finally managed to write him a bit more in character.

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXX)

It was a love story from the very beginning.

I'll go with you

(7x21/7x23)

Hello my friends! Ready for this last meta from season 7??

We are going to talk about Crazy!Cas a lot (as you know, he wasn't crazy at all...) And the last episode, so much Destiel material...

I want to mention my dear friend @agusvedder here, she made the gifs for this Chronicle and discussed with me the episodes, thank you girl! 😘💕

I'll stop with the cháchara here, let's start this!

Dean get disappointed when he sees Cas seems Crazy, but he's not

I'll talk about another jewel in symbolism, by Edlund, episode 7x21 Reading is Fundamental.

Well, we have a whole and sad situation when Dean and Sam met Cas at the Mental Hospital.

First impression, Dean heard the "Hello, Dean" and his heart eyes are displayed immediately, he also compliments him...

CASTIEL: Hello, Dean. Sam.

SAM: Hey, Castiel.

DEAN: Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's – that's great, right?

When Dean sees Castiel's behavior is not the same as always, his attitude with him changes.

After this, we heard Cas saying this...

DEAN: Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second.

SAM: So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are.

CASTIEL: Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add.

When Sam asked if he remembered who he was, Castiel quickined his words, and changed the subject, to a totally different issue... Bees.

And this could sound like words coming from a lunatic, but if we dig on his words, we we'll find out why Crazy! Cas wasn't crazy at all...

When he's talking about bees, he's talking about a community, perfectly assembled to fill with one plan. Here, Cas is symbolizing his own community, the angels, with a melancholic tone. The plan was perfect: protect Humanity. There was nothing to add to that. But there's guilt in these words too. Because he felt he failed too, when he was Godstiel, he killed innocent people and angels. So he followed that bee, and found what his own idea about what he should be, what Heaven should be. Like an Utopia.

Each time they were trying to make Castiel to talk about the problem, and the tablet, or the past, Castiel switched to another topic, the crazy not so crazy topic . And if you pay attention, it was Sam the one that always tried to get from him some info.

SAM: Yeah, yeah. You – you said something about "The Word." Is that what's written on there?

(Sam presents the problem...)

CASTIEL: Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.

DEAN: Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help. Can you not see that?

Why is Cas mentioning that thing about cats?

Because he's grieving about the creation not being perfect. Even the cat, when he wants to copulate with the female, (even if he loves humanity) he finished hurting the female cat, because it wasn't perfect, and no one asked the female cat. He hurted humanity, he hurted Dean, he hurted badly Sam, that's why he's avoiding talking about it. He doesn't want conflicts anymore, he's closed, inside himself, his thoughts, his melancholy...

And what about Dean? Dean is trying to push him back with him, he needs his Cas, the soldier, their friend and protector. Is very frustrating for him to see Cas like this.

Playing I'm sorry

When Dean found Cas in the kitchen, this dialogue is developed...

DEAN: You realize you just broke God's Word?

It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?

CASTIEL: Well, it took... everything to get me here.

DEAN: What are you talking about, man?

Dean is trying to understand why Cas is behaving like this, and that quote coming from Castiel is just... Ugh, he's suffering so much... It took ... Everything ... Castiel lost everything, and now he's there... Trying to apologize with Dean. He's ashamed, but he's understanding the imperfection of the mission, the plan, Heaven's duty. He's there, vulnerable, to show Dean he really sorry. But he's too ashamed to do it directly... So... When Dean tried again to make him remember the painful past... Cas has to do something...

CASTIEL: Dean, I know you want different answers.

DEAN: No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. (Again Dean is trying to drag him back. He misses his angel.)

But then this ...

Okay... Exactly and immediately after Dean asks that question, Cas showed him the game SORRY, because he meant it. He's depressed because he failed Dean... And I want to point right here the colors on that box... There's a piece in Red (representing Dean, but a violent and angry one) and Blue (representing Cas).

CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict.

Cas is saying here... Everyone makes mistakes... I made a mistake with you.

Because then, he mentioned...

why should I prosper from... your misfortune?

Castiel is trying to ask for forgiveness, but he's throwing excuses "because the rules in this world are like this... People makes mistakes."

And he moves the blue piece there... Through the green path, but Dean is stuck in the red home there... Because Dean doesn't want to release him from that guilt, not yet You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

Gah! Painful memory! Better change topic again...

CASTIEL: Dean... it's your move.

Okay, here we have a raged Dean throwing the

Game out of the table, he's done with Castiel's avoidance. Or craziness, or wherever, is so frustrating for him. They can finally talk about what happened, about their break up, and Cas is talking weird things.

DEAN: Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.

CASTIEL: I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN: No. You're playing "Sorry!"

Is so so painful, Because Cas is trying hard, but his shame is huge, for the first time he doesn't know how to talk frankly in front of Dean. And Dean's interpretation about the whole thing was CAS IS PLAYING WITH ME. My Destiel heart is crying...

Castiel was Severely depressed

After facing Dean, trying to fix things, and failing, Castiel had to face Hester and Inias, par of his old Garrison.

Avoiding again the horrible things he did when Hester exposed the slaughter in Heaven.

When they were in the car, Cas called Meg.

MEG: Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's me.

DEAN: Cas? Where? Where is he?

Dean is worried about Castiel because when he made that sigil, not just Hester and Inias, but Cas were vanished. So yeah, he's worried.

Once inside the car, Castiel explained that was his Garrison.

CASTIEL: . I was their captain. Isn't that strange?

He was proud of that, but now he felt himself so weak and useless, than he thinks is strange he was once their captain. He's feeling pity for himself. He's depressed.

SAM: Cas, why are they pissed at us now?

And here we go again with the avoidance...

CASTIEL: [to MEG] You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals.

Remember Meg said by the phone they were sad dogs because they were hunting a fake rabbit? Well... That had to hit in Castiel's head... Was like how he felt right now, he was racing behind a fake misión This whole time.

And Dean gets mad again...

DEAN: Cas, don't make me pull this car over! Why are angels after us?

CASTIEL: Are you angry? Why are you angry?

DEAN: No, I-I'm... Please, can we just stay on target?

CASTIEL: There is no reason for anger.

Castiel can't endure Dean is angry with him. He can't handle that.

Look at Castiel's face when he's rejecting fight. He said "I watch the bees" as he's trying to convince himself of that. This is my decision, I screwed things up, I killed my brothers and innocent humans I should be protecting, I hurted Sam and Dean will never forgive me. No. I don't have a reason to fight. I watch the bees now.

Once in Rufus cabin, there's a dialogue between Sam and Cas super fascinating. I won't put that here, because is gonna be very large, but the fact you have to have here is their relationship changed for good, it become more profound, and because they shared their fears, they'll grew in acceptance and confidence. If you want to read more about Cas and Sam relationship, I wrote a meta time ago, and I mentioned this scene. Link is here.

Okay, let's move now...

There was a dialogue between Dean and Kevin, and we could see how was Dean feeling about Castiel, his deception...

DEAN: Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart.

So so sad, these words just reflecting how he sees Cas... Like he's mourning his lost again. He has Castiel alive, but he isn't his Cas.

He saw how he broke, just like that time when he broke that angel in the beautiful room.

Is so, so heartbreaking...

Then... Another reason for Castiel's depression, through Meg's words...

MEG: Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life.

Castiel's cause to fight isn't there anymore, as I said before. He failed in his mission to protect Humanity, and he failed Dean. And he thinks Dean won't never forgive him... So there's no reason to live for him...

And then Hester...

Hester is a thunder in Castiel's head, the whole episode she says things brutally, this quote here, is huge. How can Cas fall in every way imaginable? Is disobedience? Yes. In Sanity? Yes. In Cruelty? Yes. In love? Yes. And the Cause: Dean Winchester.

Look at this scene, is very known in the fandom, but... Hester is talking to Dean...

DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that.

CASTIEL: He's right. An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and – and they begged him. They begged him not to do it.

See how CAS is talking about himself in third person. Avoiding that fact for the shame and guilt he's feeling.

DEAN: Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet.

Cas is nervous, Dean is frowning, and Inias is looking at Dean with the same disgusting face as Hester. After everything you have taking from us? They lost his Commander, the Great Castiel since they came back from rescue Dean. They lost their leader Because of Dean. The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you I'm Hell he was lost! They blame Dean. They blame the bond between them. Is dirty. Disgusting. Corrupt.

After all this... Cas wanted to die... Really... When Hester had him surrended, on his knees, Cas wanted to die...

Look at Castiel's slight smile there, he thinks his nightmare is gonna finish there... But Meg won't let that happen.

Castiel have a reason to fight again, Because Dean forgives him

In episode 7x23 Survival of the Fittest, there's a comical comment about Cas appearing naked covered in bees in Dean's car... We never saw that idk why... But... Yeah.

But let's talk about this dialogue here (after "He was your boyfriend first" famous quote of Meg)

CASTIEL: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys are so... clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?

Well... As crazy as this sounds here .. he's talking about humans and Leviathans making test on them, he's worried about humans being eating and tested in experiments by Roman. That's why he decided provide the Winchesters from some info.

But when Dean wants more from him, the avoidance is there again...

DEAN: Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?

Angels+death...

CASTIEL: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?

Keep talking about humans, how to save them... Not using force. And Dean gets mad again...

After this, Castiel keeps taking care of the Winchester by cooking for them. How cute .. but Dean wants more from him. He wants him to fight.

They had said goodbye to Bobby again... And Cas watched the whole scene ...

When Dean gave up with that fact, he asked Castiel to fly him back to get Baby.

And we will have this beautiful Destiel scene...

CASTIEL: I'm not good luck, Dean.

DEAN: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench...

This is a beautiful quote ... Is Dean saying I forgive you, look at his sincere gaze. And Cas... Cas developing instantly, his heart eyes... Because those words warmed his heart, and gave him back his mission. Dean was forgiving him. Finally.

And Dean's face when he sees the response he got from CAS... Those eyes looking back at him with such love. He felt kind of uncomfortable... Maybe because he said too much, he showed too much feelings on it... Maybe because he sounded more than just a friend right there... So the... What? Is a rhetorical question... He knows what.

And the excuse is...

Look at this now... I'll probably die tomorrow, so... Remember when he said Bobby should forgive Rufus? Because when death is in your door you have to have your friends and family with solved issues? Well... He used this excuse... And what he obtained from CAS was his loyalty and love again. His ally, and that surprised Dean. Suddenly, Cas was his Cas again. No more craziness... What happened? What made the difference? Dean's forgiveness and warm words made the difference. Castiel is back.

By the end of the episode, Castiel will be protecting Dean again, putting himself between him and Roman.

To Conclude

Edlund's episode was rich in symbolism and showed us a very depressed Cas, each word that came from his mouth were trying to say something else. He wanted to die because Dean couldn't forgive him and because all the bad things he did when he was Godstiel.

When Dean finally forgives Cas, he returned to live, literally, and had his mission back. These were two very romantic episodes and the subtext was huge.

I hope you like this last one! See you in season 8's Chronicles next week! 😘💕

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If you want to read the previous season 7 metas... Here are the links Vol. XXV, XXVI, XXVII, XXVIII, XIX.

Buenos Aires, September 25th 2019 8:12 PM

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roystonvassey · 6 years ago

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Awaken in Winterfell

Gendry opened is eyes to sight of the sun peaking down on Winterfell, coming in through the window and warm against his left cheek. He still felt strange to open his eyes on a bed in Winterfell. It was so much more then he was used too. In Fleabottom he slept on coal by shards of metal. In the woods he slept on the driest patch of mud he could find and at Dragon stone he feared sleep itself. Here though was different. The Lady of Winterfell had allowed him sleep away from the camp site with the other soldiers and upon the feather bed in her sisters chambers. He felt weird having to ask formally when entering especially has half through trying to ask Davos saved him the humiliation and pushed him out of the hall where some lords were still laughing. As he opened his eyes he went to stretch but could not. He was unable to move the right side of his body. looking down at his chest he saw a face pressed against his chest listening to his now quickining heart beat

With her eyes closed and a smile on her face, the young wolf Arya Stark seemed peaceful. Gendry knew she was fantasising of killing her enemies and decided it would be too cruel to awaken her from such a pleasant dream. He laid his head back and looked again out the window. he realised to his shock as Arya moved slightly that he did not know what he had dreamed that night. he did not know if he merely forgot or simply did not have one but the young ladies face snuggled up closer to his chest as though he were her pillow he knew that if he could dream of anything it would be this moment. Not the castle, wolf pelt blankets or feather bed but the warmth Arya’s body made against his that had kept them warm through the night. When closing his eyes he had dreamed mostly of a family and of a great master he could serve and protect. He was not often lucky but he knew he must be now, as he had found both.

#gendrya #gendry waters #arya stark #arya x gendry #gendryxarya #got #game of thrones #fanfic

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thestudyofbasements · 6 years ago

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A Sight of Starlight

You’re staring at the stars one bright and clear night, the sort that are never around enough, when a man in a naval uniform appears beside you. You glance quizzically at him for a moment but he pays you no heed, simply sighs and stares at the stars beside you for awhile. You both just sit there and gaze to the heavens for a time just existing together in the darkness.

Out of the black he speaks; “Don’t he ‘ave such beautiful eyes?” he speaks with a lilting accent that you can’t place and points to the stars as he asks you. You don’t say anything. You’re sure that it was a trick of your imagination since you didn’t see his mouth move, and it was so quick and so quiet that it couldn’t have been. But the man repeats his question, his voice is softer than seems appropriate of someone of his hardy build, gentler than his rasping laugh. He’s looking at you now, you think, out of the side of his eyes. You can’t tell. They’re covered by the flat brim of his officer’s hat.

“Sorry, are you talking to me?,” you say tentatively, apprehensive to break the stillness.

“Mhmm,” he hums in affirmation, “Ain’t they the most fascinating things those eyes of his?” He chuckles, and it sounds like a smokers laugh. “It’s almost enough to bring a tear to me eyes, if only this old sailor could still shed a tear.”

“Excuse me?” you say in equal parts concern and confusion, wondering if the man is in full grasp of his senses. When you look around the two of you seem to be the only ones out on the street sharing the cool night air.

The sailor turns to you, his pointed nose poking out form under the shadows of the officer’s cap. He gestures upwards again. “Are you having a go at me? His eyes! You must know ‘em, you’ve been sitting here starin’ for ages. Why I’d say you’re as taken with ‘em as I.”

A twisting unease takes ahold of you as he speaks and you watch his mouth moving and the words slithering out of it. The sailor’s teeth aren’t quite right. No, it’s not that there’s something wrong with them, you realize, it’s that there’s nothing wrong with them.

Your skin crawls briefly but you shake it off. ‘He’s just an old man with a good dentist.’ you tell yourself. “Sir there isn’t anyone else here but us and I’m just stargazing.”

The sailor laughs. It is not a good sound. Your skin crawls like it wants to free itself from you again and your gut sinks like a diving nightmare at the noise. Raspy and ragged, with an undertone of chittering and scuttering to it that rises like a hateful sun, seeking to sear all in its path.

“Oh no that’s quite right, it’s just the two of us.” The grin on his face makes your head buzz. You suddenly feel like you haven’t slept in an eternity. There’s dappled insects in your skull. The beat of their wings whisper the secrets of hollow places to you. They take the warmth of your bones from you. It is a fair yet uncomfortable exchange.

“Now, how do you like my eyes dear?” You hear his voice-that-is-not-a-voice distantly, as a whisper across the room. You cannot run from the sound. Your heart quakes as you raise you eyes to his. The sailor tilts his cap up, starlight spilling over his face in full now, illuminating th-

Burns. Holes. His eyes aren’t there. Scorched pits of flesh lie in the ruins of his eye sockets. You can’t turn away. He flutters the remains of his eyelids at you and laughs that clattering, shrieking laugh like a tormented beetle again. Your guts twist inside you like a terrified snake squirming for an exit. Your hands shake and your bones rattle within you, your breath quickins and that facade of fearlessness, that pretending you didn’t see what you saw, couldn’t have felt that terrible thing you did, cracks. It shatters in a single gasping scream. You retake your body, turn it around, and push it into the distance.

You flee, tear through the streets with that laugh that ripped the air echoing in your ears and filling your head. Your limbs make no protest, or perhaps you can’t tell their screaming from your own.

Eventually you begin to slow, falter, and fall. Knees hit the stone, shoulder jolts against it too, and your head comes to rest on the cold street. You screw your eyes shut and take heaving gasps of sharp air in. They snap open again as the image of the sailor’s searings shows itself every time they shut. You resolve yourself to stare at the wall next to you until someone comes to find you.

The resolution gives you a sort of comfort in having made a choice. You trace the worn red brickwork of the wall for a time, just breathing until that slows to a usual rythem.

Slowly, you return to yourself. Thoughts begin to form again, real ones not the flashes of intent and emotion which drove your feet for miles. One of those thoughts turns to the stars. It was only natural, you spent so much time with them before the horror of your interruption, that awful old sailor frightening you with the scars of what must have been old war wounds and his mutterings.

You breathe a sigh as you roll your tired flesh over and face the stars.

Burning. Holes. It crashes into you. The star-flung realization. It destroys the hasty illusion of normalacy you just barely created. The night sky ripples above you, twisting under (or is it above in truth?) your gaze. A dim thought that hadn’t yet reached the point of words floated past you, musing that the void wasn’t staring back but the lights were. The lights.

Oh His eyes. They bulged out from the writhing black flesh twisting above you. Iridescent, luminous, glittering without number. They were beautiful those burning eyes. You couldn’t wait for yours to join them.

#horror #short story #cosmic horror #stargazing #my writing

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