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You let out a low moan as you closed your eyes, leaning back so that your back was pressed against the chair you were sitting in.

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She moved in to the house next door
Said she'd never been in love before
Tried the best she could to hide herself away

The sun was setting over the horizon behind tall buildings, but still making a beautiful twilight scene for anyone to watch. Little birds and other critters were scurrying around the small park getting ready to settle in for the night and anyone who was still there was slowly leaving towards their destination.

But not for one being. He was waiting and watching for something.
A pair of crystal blue eyes were keeping a sharp focus on a certain object that had caught his attention numerous times for the past few months. His

[APH] Strip Poker - PrussiaxReaderA sigh escaped her lips as the voice rang out in her head. Pulling the phone back, she chuckled. Her crazy best friend always knew when she was bored, and could find any way to fix it. She looked outside the window, making sure he wasn’t already there. Grinning, she put the phone back to her ear.

“Gilbert, why is it you are calling again?”

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(Name) tidied up the house, making sure it was spotless. She hated it when he came over and it wasn’t clean. She felt like it would make her seem di

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Gilbert managed to snap Ludwig out of his thoughts, which on this occasion was a good

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“Hey, ________,” Vlad replies, “I’m in the lounge.”
You make your way through and grin at him when you see him sat with a bunch of glass bottles full of random liquid in front of him.
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So please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it get's beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful...

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You're hearing rumors about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touchin' my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they're sayin'
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you
So please babe.

Francis eyes were filled with tears, yet he was refusing to set those salty pearls free.
He always knew that this day would come; the day when you would find out those things about him.
His parents had invited the

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You didn't listen to rest of it. You grabbed the rest of your pastry and left the money on the counter. After pulling your hoodie on and grabbing your skateboard, you made your way out.
You set your skateboard on the ground and made your way to your collage. You dodged people and cars. You nearly ran into some old lady.
"Watch where your going young man!" she screeched at you.
"I'm a girl." you mumbled to yourself. you only concentrated to get to collage on time.
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"So that's what happens..."

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Anyway, you gave yourself a once over, paying special attention to the ass horns. You had always wanted to find out their particular function. You'd always assumed they were for mating purposes and when you rubbed one, well, let's just say suspicion's been confirmed.

Karkat, who's been lamenting over this predicament, didn't n

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Picking the large bag of coal up, Berwald nodded to the trader and began his long walk back home. Living in the forest wasn't easy, but it was peaceful, the way he liked it.

Although he could survive with out coal, he always bought a bag before the snow season, in case his wood pile ran out. (It wouldn't, he was the best wood cutter within a fifty mile radius. The coal was a precaution.)

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______ asked. I looked towards my lovely wife of two years, and cracked a smile.

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~Timeskip~

"-and then, this dude came up to me with a gun, only it was a fake gun, but I didn't know so I brought my gun out, scaring him to death! I mean, literally, he began shaking and crying and begging me not to shoot him. So I-"

"Alf

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Letting out a quiet snort, you look around the

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You turn to face your husband who was knocked out. You slowly got out of bed, drained of sleep and kissed your husband soft cheek, the crying got slightly louder, you rushed to the nursery when you got there, you dashed to the infant's side.
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"Hey, I'll be right back, okay? I need to get some water."
He hesitates but nods, "I'll await your return, (Name)."
You smile at Kankri and walk off to get some water.
Just as you were heading back with your glass of water, Meenah comes up to you.
"(Name)! Check out Nubby Mc-Shouts, he's totally freaking out!"
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You tried to ignore the feeling of being watched, even though you knew you would give in and turn around. It wasn't a fake feeling, one you got when alone or in a new unfamiliar place. Although at times the feeling was uncomfortable, you always knew that when you looked back he would be there.

Grabbing the handle of the bathroom door you turned and narrowed your eyes at the figure behind you. Olive green eyes glared back, the owner's permanent scowl gracing his face.

"Can I at least use the bathroom without you following me?"

He paused, then sat on the floor, arms cr

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FG: Virtuoso - Good Luck, Hyades

by *Sycophantism, Feb 17, 2013, 10:20:51 PM
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Leaning back in his chair, the yellowblood held up the device he'd been working on for the past several days. Using it as a shield from the bright overhead lights, he rotated it slowly, eyeing the contours, the edges, the angles, and finally lowering it once more. Turning it over in his hands, the scientist looked for visible mistakes, feeling like he had forgotten something. The chassis had been impeccable during the last check-up, though, so he thought it must be with the wiring until there was a soft chime from another machine in his pocket.
The preset sound wasn't familiar, but with a start he remembered why he had set the alarm. Looking quickly at the time, he lifted a foot and shoved off the edge of his work table, rolling backwards. Spinning around, he caught himself on the main spread of the room; a half-circle table, covered by an unmarked, dimly glowing touchpad, and layered vertically with blank holographic screens. Grabbing the headset from its hook to his side, the yellowblood pulled it on and slid the visor down, twisting the knob. Immediately a flood of images covered the banks of screens before him, a myriad of symbols spreading across the invisible keys at his fingers.
A brief dance over the keypad pulled up the security feed from across the ship. It only took a moment to find the troll he sought, but seconds were precious and he felt them weighing on his shoulders when he finally spotted the highblood. It was impossible to tell if he would have it with him, so close to his match, but...

[03:47] -- theVirtuoso [TV] began trolling headShot [HS] at 15:47 --
[03:37] TV: HhyadeS?

Lifting his gaze from the husktop he'd set on his lap, the Virtuoso watched the holographic feed, waiting for the lack of response that would indicate Hyades didn't have the miniature husktop with him. Instead, the highblood reacted briefly and drew it from his pocket, giving it a look before replying.

[03:37] HS:  -»»―Yeah?―˃
[03:37] TV: 0hh. I waSn't Sure if I w0uld catchh y0u in time.
[03:37] HS:  -»»―Almost-did-not.-I-am-getting-ready-now.―˃
[03:38] TV: I wiShh I c0uld have helped y0u. 
[03:38] HS:  -»»―It-is-alright.―˃
[03:38] TV: Hh0w iS y0ur m0irail?
[03:38] HS:  -»»―I-do-not-know.―˃
[03:38] HS:  -»»―I-did-not-watch-her-match.―˃

For a second he didn't move, before quickly pulling up the roster. Her match had been the previous one, and guilt struck him suddenly as he saw the verdict. Five hours ago Hyades had lost his moirail, and he didn't know. All he knew was that he was being sent in to fight her matesprit.

[03:39] HS:  -»»―I-do-not-think-I-would-have-been-able-to-bear-it.―˃
[03:39] TV:  I underStand.
[03:39] TV: I wiShh I hhad been thhere. I d0n't kn0w, maybe juSt t0 hhang 0ut withh y0u s0 y0u weren't al0ne. But maybe y0u wanted t0 be al0ne.
[03:39] HS:  -»»―It-is-alright.―˃
[03:39] HS:  -»»―I-appreciate-the-thought-anyway.―˃

Another moment passed, his fingers hesitant over the keys.

[03:39] HS:  -»»―I-should-go.-I-need-to-get-ready.―˃
[03:39] TV: Yeahh.
[03:39] TV: JuSt.
[03:39] TV: Hh0ld on.
[03:40] HS:  -»»―?―˃

Rubbing his face, the Virtuoso sighed under his breath before beginning to type.

[03:44] TV: I'm n0t uSed t0 hhaving friendS. It'S never been S0methhing I thh0ughht muchh ab0ut. C0nSidering thhe circumStanceS, I really Shh0uldn't be thhinking ab0ut it S0 muchh righht n0w eithher.

Flexing his fingers, he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair, staring at the screen. The truth was, he'd suspected that his attachment, this sentiment, was a way of making himself feel worse; a medium for honing his guilt into something more potent that he could reflect on. Even if he was already suffering from the moral consequences of what they were doing, how could anyone claim to ever feel guilty enough about such an atrocious act?

[03:46] TV: N0 0ne deServeS thhiS. ESpecially y0u. 
[03:47] TV: Good luck, Hyades.
[03:47] TV: Come back.

For a little while there was silence, and the Virtuoso looked up at the screen to find Hyades staring down at the device. Typing, backspacing, typing again, erasing, then nothing. Finally, a message appeared.

[03:50] HS: -»»―Thank-you.―˃
[03:50] HS: -»»―I-plan-on-it.―˃

Running a hand down his face, the Virtuoso was silent, before sitting up and reaching for the lid of his husktop, closing it. Setting the visor aside, he lost the image of the holograms and stood, returning to his work table, even while he knew he wouldn't be working. Not until the next announcement.

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"Aveste Vidarr versus Hyades Istiop, the eighth match, has ended." The apprehension of hours roused his attention, and for a second he was still, waiting. When a breath came over the intercom, though, the yellowblood abruptly covered his ears and dug the heels of his palms into them. The verdict was muffled, blessedly enough that he didn't hear it. After several moments of remaining like that, the Virtuoso lowered his hands and exhaled shakily. He would inevitably find out. But right now, he didn't want to know.

Lifting the lid of his husktop, he left the chat client open, waiting for Hyades to message him. An extra line of purple showed up from the previous conversation, though, and he leaned forward.

[03:50] HS: -»»―I-am-happy-to-call-you-my-friend.―˃
[03:52] -- headShot [HS] ceased trolling theVirtuoso [TV] at 15:52 --

The finality of it made him bite his lip. Standing, the Virtuoso walked to the motherboard of his room and slipped the visor on, looking to the screen with the roster. He was many things, but a coward was not one of them. A weakened immunity to the stress of the emotions this endeavor was wreaking on him was making him act oddly. He didn't care. Seeing Hyades' name crossed out made him sit down, hang his head, and let out a long, slow breath.

FG: Virtuoso - Good Luck, Hyadesby *Sycophantism

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_{First spectator entry regarding the verdicts of Round One over at FG. Couple more to come~

The Virtuoso is © ~Sycophantism

Hyades is © ~Zerpeth

Fatal Gambit is © ~Markition-Necrovius & ~Muu-cow}