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− | This was childhood: a tiny girl with ice-blonde hair curling one hand around her chosen protector's arm, which belonged to another little girl. Those who gathered around | + | This was childhood: [[Ice Queen (Character)|a tiny girl with ice-blonde hair]] curling one hand around [[Wolf (Character)|her chosen protector]]'s arm, which belonged to another little girl. Those who gathered around them—[[Arc (Character)|lightning burning over closed fists]], [[Stream (Character)|oxygen shivering in and out of gasping lungs]], [[Bridge (Character)|spiking agonies of other's thoughts]], and pain at the energy sealed shut and lanced open within them because ''control'' was not yet theirs. They were small, they were ''children'', and their leader was among the youngest of them all. |
They paired off, wound hands together as they slept fitfully in military beds, finding comfort that they were not alone. | They paired off, wound hands together as they slept fitfully in military beds, finding comfort that they were not alone. |
Latest revision as of 14:02, 13 June 2017
Childhood | |
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Timeline: | republican year 228 kingdoms year 7 early summer |
Location: | Thorn Republic |
Main Characters: | Team 95 |
Major Characters: | n/a |
Minor Characters: | n/a |
Wordcount: | 100 words |
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This was childhood: a tiny girl with ice-blonde hair curling one hand around her chosen protector's arm, which belonged to another little girl. Those who gathered around them—lightning burning over closed fists, oxygen shivering in and out of gasping lungs, spiking agonies of other's thoughts, and pain at the energy sealed shut and lanced open within them because control was not yet theirs. They were small, they were children, and their leader was among the youngest of them all.
They paired off, wound hands together as they slept fitfully in military beds, finding comfort that they were not alone.
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- This was childhood: a tiny girl with ice-blonde hair curling one hand around her chosen protector's arm, which belonged to another little girl. Those who gathered around them—lightning burning over closed fists, oxygen shivering in and out of gasping lungs, spiking agonies of other's thoughts, and pain at the energy sealed shut and lanced open within them because control was not yet theirs. They were small, they were children, and their leader was among the youngest of them all.
- They paired off, wound hands together as they slept fitfully in military beds, finding comfort that they were not alone.