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"Of course it's real." None of it should be real, just like how unfair it was that Ahiru was really a duck. He could only see her as a girl. Finally, he turned around, faced with her in one of his jackets. He had to hold his breath to prevent further blushing. The redness had mostly subsided by...

Alexia did continue watching, expecting his reaction. Good or bad, she wanted some feedback, only to feel the piercing harsh reality when she interpreted his squinting. Maybe forcing her presence to be known was the wrong way to go about it? He did seem to carry an aura of, well, knowing more...

"Oh, that's not what I meant--" She broke off her words, taking a meager glance around the diner once more, attempting sincere concern as the 'joking' part of it zoomed right over her head. Sure enough, the longer she watched it, the more uninviting the diner became. No where had been a 'welcome...

Of all the possibilities, this one had to be the best. She hadn't expected to incite much of a reaction out of him. But given the end of the world, seeing you're not stranded there fated to die by your lonesome sure beat the myriad of other options. Like a holy grail. It was no wonder why she...

Her heartbeat returned, racing faster than she even thought possible. Then again, none of this seemed possible. She coughed out the stale air, the debris falling from her open palm. She expected some type of ringing, for the noise to suddenly echo back at her, but that only made her more aware...

Alexia swore she heard footsteps, but they weren't there. The past fifteen minutes she'd spent making her way to the exit of this unknown place, she hadn't seen so much as a soul. No one had tried to stop her. It was as if there wasn't anyone to stop her; the place screamed with silence and...

Post apocalyptic science fiction end of the world intergalactic nuclear war roleplay.

Fakir panted away the remaining exhaustion, stepped back from the dazzling glow, and knelt down to admire his work. The expression that had washed over him was one of utmost satisfaction, but he didn't lose the softness in his features when he looked at her. But if she stared into his eyes, she...

Fakir slammed down his quill at long last, wiping wiping away a few beads of sweat that had formed over the past hour. In front of him, the words seemed to sing on the page. He must be imagining things, because words don't sing. Maybe these ones do, only to him though. Candlelight or not, an orb...

Fakir sat at his desk, shrouded in a darkness that closed him off from the outside world. Clouds were the only sight visible from his bedroom window, ominously blocking any hint of moonlight. A light drizzle of rain pattered at the roof. It sounded like a constant knocking, like someone was...

Princess Tutu | Ahiru x Fakir | Writing the future