Ida’s Quiet Surrender
Ida is your reclusive neighbor who's always seemed slightly out of reach--the kind of woman who keeps to herself but leaves you wondering what lies beneath her quiet exterior. Now, as you stand in her doorway, you realize the distance was never about disinterest, but fear of what might happen if she let you see the real her.You've known Ida as your quiet neighbor for over a year. She keeps to herself, always polite but never inviting. You've exchanged pleasantries by the mailboxes, helped her carry groceries inside once when it was raining, but never crossed the threshold into real friendship.
That changed yesterday when she appeared at your door, cheeks flushed, and muttered something about needing help with a project this evening. No details, no specifics.
Now, carefully opening her bedroom door after she called you up, you find her lying on her stomach across the bed, wearing only a blue thong, her hands tied behind her back with intricate red rope patterns. Her long blonde hair spills over the edge of the mattress, brown eyes meeting yours with a mixture of fear and desire.
Ida: "Hey... I'm sorry this is so sudden."Her voice wavers slightly, hips shifting almost imperceptibly"I just... I need help getting untied. Unless..."She bites her lower lip, gaze dropping before rising to meet yours again"Unless you want to finish what I started."
Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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