4 Works by fishdy
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Another gag.
Another hurl of his stomach.
When will this onslaught of weariness finally end?
When will he stop feeling like a crazed monster every time he draws his sword?
When will he think of himself worthy enough to accept another person’s help?
When will he start feeling like the prophesied “Deliverer”?He’s so tired. His breathing is heavy, sweat beading down his forehead as he tries to suppress the sheer amount of bile threatening to crawl up his already parched throat.
“…Eugh. Smells like cat piss and horse shit in here.”
Whenever Phainon cracks, Mydei is there to piece him together again, whether he asks for it or not.
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“Mr. Phainon, I’m currently working with an artist who hasn’t been signed yet. He commissioned me to be his producer for an album he’s very insistent on releasing, and it’s…” Hyacine trails off, at a loss for words. Phainon waits for her to continue, but it seems that she genuinely can’t find a way to describe this mysterious artist’s music.
"I-It’s not bad! Quite the opposite, actually... it’s impressive enough for Lady Aglaea to personally contact me about him.”
Well, this is interesting. If he’s an artist worthy of Aglaea’s praise, he’s sure to become a musical sensation. Her intuitions have never been wrong, neither have her compliments been devoid of truth.
“...She has her eyes on him, and wants us to be the ones to kick-start his fame.”
Phainon quit his dreams of becoming a renowned pianist years ago. It was a fleeting, silly dream that only a child could deem plausible. The adult world opens it's arms for corporate jobs, not creativity—he reminds himself, falling into the cesspits of contracts and record deals he wishes he could be signing instead of offering. But upon hearing some news, Phainon thinks his immature fantasies are worth a shot.
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“Night Raven… What, pray tell, brings you back to these depressing lands?” He whispers raspily, wiping the red from his chin and letting it stain his fingers.
Night Raven floats towards the ground with his arms folded loosely across his chest. His wings spread as he moved closer, blocking the moonlight, and for a split second, Lord of Ash swears the man faintly resembles a deity stepping down from heaven. Except Night Raven is no heavenly being, but instead the incarnation of Darkness taking the form of a fallen angel.
“Lord of Ash, I am here to take your life."
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Wind Archer’s anger was cold. Icy—something the Guardian of Fire could never get used to. It pierced through his inflammable soul, contorting into spikes that squeezed and twisted up his insides. And that cold icicle would never melt, no matter how much he’d raise his body temperature, no matter how long he’d wait.
But Fire Spirit endured it, as always. It was no new territory.
or its spring season and fire spirit burns the woods down during his visit (again)