Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Chapter Ten
It was Poe that found a way to do the thing Echo wouldn’t believe—they’d been her friend through it all. Nothing had made them break. Time or struggles of fate would prove no challenge for the desire to find more moments of friendship in the future. She was an angel who took each step with grace paid to what her most gentle yet angered heart needed.
“I’m going to shred these mother fuckers.”
Echo was beside her within Corporeal Parlor—watching her coax the beasty she was controlling via temporal stamps stuck to her temples against a horde of undead Scions when something caught her eye; someone.
They’d been a person Echo met once in precious place. The roundest tempting of cosmic wholeness was found paraded there and absorbed most fully by the woman. Her heart had been full at the container built which she’d been blessed to be a part of.
Uni Makeros was a hero for the way they loved. It was free of charge. She’d mean to heal with it. She would always pay back tenfold. There wasn’t a thing Uni’d not do for chances at joyous grafting of passionate living.
Echo was happy to see them. They’d not have a hope but to wish for running her through with—at least, that was as it seemed before. She would do what she always did; this girl went hard.
Choice was there’s and it seemed one of glee was in their heart. Something deep beneath the waves of fear they might have in the presence of such a dominating force of wrought excellence.
Regardless, this night would be a story to remember.
Ass was the meal of course—two-fold.
Broken bells would ring within the head of Echo as she’d seek to maintain a state of consciousness beyond that of a dull tone. Something was frozen inside her and being exploited most completely. This chamber was beyond anything she might have expected before venturing here in faith of trust.
Together there had been a joyous prolapse borne of one’s incarcerated flesh. The wound would be severe.
