Team Torna
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Lora punches things. Aegaeon loves sweets. It's a recipe for...well, yes. Disaster.
They all should have known this was coming. Its very existence was just begging for semantic trouble.
Not just or only, no, they've truly done it this time. And Mythra is only absolutely responsible.
Minoth doesn't mind being accessory to this wonderful pageantry of a life he's walked into.
But if patience for the self is a universal good, there's a little more of it, now.
C(13,2) shuffled as necessary: my characteristic weakness at work.
But they've got their own concerns. Haven't they?
What if Lora had found Minoth - as was her wont to do?
With a swift counterwave, Aegaeon evades all risk of catching feelings.
Aegaeon is a weird girl for sure. Might he also be a mean girl?
The great struggle; even, a war. Addam has only difficulty.
The predictable conclusion, Minoth thought, was that he was being taken...stock of. As usual.
Kissing, huh?
The smallest things - like termites, or stolen kisses - often mean the most.
One thing that was blessedly easy for Addam and Minoth: they could always, always take up others' contention to make up their distracted-out own.
Jin isn't used to sleeping with other people. Addam respects that, but he's also a massive cajoler. As is Lora.
Florid flashes tattoo the scene. Like seeing inside marrow, between bones.
No, the Aegis is not a silent, glowing angel operative. She's a loud, angry, finicky teenage girl.
!Liar. Liar, liar, liar
"You need a haircut, badly. 'Cause you've already got this hole in your head."
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
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The gang share some special desserts.
Mythra is nothing if not a troubled youth. By comparison, Minoth looks like a sainted...not-uncle. Something else. Fiddlier.
Lora had a way of making anyone agree to anything, really.
As they say, that's affinity for ya!
Mythra has nothing. Nothing at all.
Mythra seeks out Minoth instead of Addam, that night. (As ever, perhaps.)
Pongo is lost. He has all but forgotten how to make an alien place a home.
Mythra and Minoth, alone as ever, talk about what it means to be alive.
The group has many ways of offering each member their individual affection. Shall we call it love languages? No, I don't think so, but there is after all something to it. And in fabulous processional order...
There's a grief that can't be spoken...
It's not life. It's not death. It's just the way it goes.
Even as a child, Lora had had her charms, her winning ways with people. Of course she had.
"Tell me, Addam," Hugo mused. "Have you ever seen a goose in Torna?"
Let there be righteous glory in the name of our fathers,
To find the justice we all seek.
We stand arm in arm, as equals under the Titan's gaze,
Awaiting the peace that shall prevail.
For in that, there is honor.
-- Old Tornan Proverb: The Pillars
To find the justice we all seek.
We stand arm in arm, as equals under the Titan's gaze,
Awaiting the peace that shall prevail.
For in that, there is honor.
-- Old Tornan Proverb: The Pillars
For Lora, whenever I may find her.
Yellow eagle flies out from the sun. Are you watching? Are you waiting? Are you ready?
When destiny calls you, you must be strong...
The Aegis, high and mighty and perfect, snorts. A solar flare bursts out from the sun.
Keep calm, bright star. Alignment isn't easy. Homing...homing...you're home.
Everybody nosedive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap...or something like that.
Still waters run deep, and all that.
They all share hugs, before the final battle. And, well...that was probably a good idea.
Minoth is nice. Like, really, really nice. And he's great friends with Addam, and they never explain why, and Mythra finds herself feeling heartened, instead of getting jealous.
They can hardly hope for you to take responsibility if they've not acknowledged your own identity, now can they?