She awoke to a familiar warmth radiating around her. She smiled behind closed eyes and nuzzled against the firm wall of his chest. The subdued throbbing of his heart beating threatened to lull her back to sleep. She exhaled slowly through her nose and ran an open palm blindly along his bare skin. It was smooth and soft, but frequented by ridges and valleys of scar tissue from past battles. Not unlike her own skin. She gradually opened her eyes, craning her neck a bit to try and glimpse his sleeping face. She saw part of it, but tucked against his chest she mostly saw the under side of his jaw. Rolling away from his inviting form, she stretch
Dwindling Time || Thirteen by Obsess-Confess, literature
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Dwindling Time || Thirteen
Mountains of fresh, damp soil were piled around the gnarled tree. Cliff had been toiling for nearly an hour, with little to show for it other than the sweat bleeding through his t-shirt.
Sylvia stole another look at Felix out of the corner of her eye. While she was glad to be free of the bottle, the leather jacket Cliff had draped over them protectively did little to muffle his movements. The ground quaked violently as Cliff worked, igniting a tingling sense of danger she couldn't shake off. But Felix didn't look scared. He looked hypnotized.
"Won't your mother be out looking for you soon?" Sylvia whispered.
"I left my new pendant under my
Aaron's head was swimming with strange dreams.
His eyes fluttered open. Blue and bleary, they blinked a few times in the golden sunlight. The air was sticky with heat, meaning he hadn't been out long. He had set out not long after lunch, hiking out past the muddy river to find… What had he been looking for again?
He only made it halfway before realizing he was not alone. His breath caught in his throat. On all side, tiny people were stood around him. At least two dozen. Maybe more, if they were hiding. Women, men, children, all wearing strange ragged clothing and tribal paint on their face. Wings like insects of all sorts protruded fr