Recent content by A_Bibor_Farkas

  1. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M Valkyrie Flight - [EP0] Horseshoes and Walking Hand Grenades

    As soon as the call to board echoed through the PA, Kess let out an exaggerated groan of relief, rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles. "Finally. Another minute and I'd have started a betting pool on who drops first. My money was on blondie," she teased, nodding toward Seara with a...
  2. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M What a mess .

    Olyv paused at the edge of the bed, gaze flitting between Drake’s encouraging smile and the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She hesitated only a heartbeat before sliding onto the mattress, carefully folding herself beside him. The familiar pull of his presence eased the last of her tremors, and...
  3. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M Valkyrie Flight - [EP0] Horseshoes and Walking Hand Grenades

    Among the rows of non-essential crew gathered beneath the looming hull of the NDV Archon, one figure made no effort to hide her disdain for the ceremony. Kess Dravanti, callsign Redline, stood somewhere near the middle of the third flight cluster...though "stood" was generous. Her collar was...
  4. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M What a mess .

    Olyv’s breath caught in her throat, chest tightening as she fought to steady the storm of emotions raging inside her. The lamplight caught the edges of her dark hair, and she found herself gripping the hem of her jacket so hard her knuckles blanched. For a moment, all she could see was Drake’s...
  5. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M What a mess .

    Olyv blinked hard, stunned by how gently he’d met her unraveling. For a moment, all she could do was stare....mouth parted, breath caught, like she’d walked into the wrong conversation entirely. “Wait—yeh’re... not mad?” Her voice cracked a little at the edges, like she didn’t quite believe him...
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    M What a mess .

    Olyv stood in the doorway like a shadow unsure of itself. Her fingers tightened into the hem of her parka sleeves, shoulders hunched under the fur-lined hood. The green fabric felt too warm now..stifling..but she didn’t move to pull it off. Not yet. When he said her name, that second...
  7. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M What a mess .

    The moment the door eased shut behind her, Olyv leaned back against it and exhaled. Not the shuddering, panic-laced kind she’d grown used to over the last few hours...but something else. Lighter. Frayed at the edges, but real. Her fingers still trembled slightly as she moved, her muscles sore...
  8. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv stared at her for a long moment—really stared. And in that stillness, something subtle shifted behind her eyes. Not the panicked flicker from before, not the skittish look of a girl waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was something steadier. Warmer. Something almost like… hope. The...
  9. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv stayed curled in Lysandra’s lap for a long moment, the heat of her skin, the weight of her presence, the solid quiet of her voice grounding her like nothing else had. The tears didn’t come as hard now...still there, but softer, like the tail end of a storm where the wind had finally tired...
  10. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv didn’t move at first—not even to breathe properly. The tears had slowed, but the ache behind her ribs had deepened, low and guttural. Lysandra’s voice filled the space between them like warmth slipping into the cracks. There was no flinch. No pity. Just presence...unflinching, grounded...
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    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv sat in silence, her breathing still uneven, hiccupping every few seconds as her messy tears continued their quiet retreat down her cheeks. Her golden eyes glimmered wetly in the low light, wide and raw with shame, but something in Lysandra’s voice—that voice—cut through the fog. It didn’t...
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    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv’s breath hitched again..not from panic this time, but from the soft ache that bloomed in her chest at Lysandra’s words. She hadn’t expected patience. Not for breaking her own rule.She hadn’t expected mercy. For being a hypocrite.The silence that followed felt different now. Not sharp. Not...
  13. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    Olyv hadn’t noticed she was being watched...not at first.... Her world had shrunk to the circle of her arms, to the blanket clutched in white-knuckled fists, to the ache in her chest that felt like drowning. Every breath came through clenched teeth, every movement a quiet collapse inward. The...
  14. A_Bibor_Farkas

    M The weight of responsibility

    Location: Eastern Slopes, Direth Mountains – Edge of Camp Aegis Time: 0630 Hours – One Year After the Crash Behind him, he heard the metallic clack of claws on hull plating. Then laughter..quick, sharp, and irreverent. His head turned in time to see the great black wolf bounding up from the...
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    M (Fallen Shrine) Questions that never should have been asked.

    She stayed huddled on the floor, the blanket pulled around her like it could protect her from what she’d done. The chill from the floor crept into her bones, but it was the guilt that made her teeth chatter. Behind her, Lysandra still breathed in that soft, peaceful rhythm. The kind of breath...