Plantress

This was a stupid thing to be getting under her skin.  A really  stupid thing to be upset about. Kasumi  hadn’t even really thought about the photography contest since she’d sent in her entry.  So what if she hadn’t actually won any prizes?  It wasn’t like her future depended on her getting the grand prize.  She hadn’t even been going to enter at all, but the photography club president had cornered her, begging her to do it.   Something about the school wanting them to be do more club activities. He thought if they all entered a contest for photos that ‘told a story about their town’ that was for high

Maybe spoilers for KH3? In which Rafe is given hope for someone he never thought he would see again. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Rafe barely noticed the voices outside at first, other than a distant part of his mind acknowledging that they weren’t actually in the shop in front, so it had nothing to do with him.  The rest of his focus was on the gather he was working with -  red hot, molten, glass wasn’t exactly a thing that you wanted to deal with while you weren’t completely focused.  Besides, he didn’t want to mess up on this, not when it was the first time in a long time that he’d had a chance to do something just for hims

A biting wind whistled through the mountains of Jamir.  Shion paused, closing his eyes to enjoy it. The wind that was  different from the breezes you could feel in Greece.  He shivered suddenly, and drew the robes he wore tighter around himself.   A dry chuckles made it’s way past his lips. “You’re getting old,” he said to himself as he made his way over to the spire that stood at the edge of the cliff.  After over two centuries he supposed it was no surprise that his body wasn’t what it once was.  Still, it was hard to take when he remembered being able to train for hours outside and be able to ignore the chill of t

"That's Shaka?" Seiya whispered as they watched the golden figure on the lotus flower slowly unfold from his seated position. "Yes," Aioria answered without taking his eyes off the figure. "Virgo Shaka, one of the most powerful of the Gold Saints."  It hurt to admit that much, but he wasn't going to lie to himself.  They had to get past Shaka no matter the cost, and if he wanted that to be possible then he was going to have to be ready for anything. "..Huh," Seiya honestly wasn't sure what he had been expecting when Aioria had told them all how powerful this Virgo guy was suppose to be. He just knew he hadn't been expecting someone like thi

(Saint Seiya, Dohko/Shion After Hades is defeated and they are given a second chance, Shion decides to take Dohko up on his offer to visit his home.) Dawn light spilled into the room.  Not true dawn, Shion could tell that from the feel in the air, but the sort of faint light that occurred before the sun had breached the horizon. It was actually unusually late for him.  Normally, he would be up while it was still dark  in order to see to his duties.  Even though he knew he didn’t have to raise so early anymore there was still a faint nagging guilt that gripped him.  He had always been a bit of an early riser, from the very start of his

Rodorio had not changed much since ancient times, a fact everyone who lived there took pride in.   Occasionally a guide or history professor who had found out about his place would drag people here but the tourists never stayed long.   It was made very clear that they weren’t really welcome in this place. “We can’t have them getting to Sanctuary after all,”  Sara had heard her Grandmother say more than once. “they protect us so it’s only fair we keep people like that from being annoying.”    Then the older woman had sniffed and said, “It’s not like they understand anyway.”     Sara could only

“…So that’s how I ended up helping to clear rubble for a new landing area,” Vega waved his hand in a dismissive gesture as he finished his story. “No big deal.” “Uh-huh,” Shepard said flatly and raised an eyebrow at him.  “Vega, next time you try to prove the superiority of the Mako, maybe try doing something that doesn’t end with you trashing one.” A smothered laugh, that was quickly turned into a cough, came from the wall where Kaidan was leaning.  Shepard turned her best, stern, “Commander Look” on him but he didn’t even bother to try hiding the slight g

Dugald like to think of his study as his refuge in the castle.  He had made it very clear that unless it was a dire emergency he was not to be disturbed while he was inside.  There was only one servant he let in here to clean, and that was only because he didn't want to lower himself to do such menial work.  He did have far more important things to do after all.  At least it was a servant he trusted…or at least trusted as much as he ever trusted anyone.  It was amazing how grateful people could be to you for making their lives 'better' in some way. However, despite all his dire warnings there were still those that dared to brave his wra

Christmas day had barely dawned when Mu was awakened by someone shaking him. “Master Mu, Master Mu,”  Kiki’s voice said.   The Aries Saint opened one eye. “Kiki, what in the world are you doing?”  He muttered half into his pillow. “Don’t we have to go to the party?”  The boy said excitedly.  Mu sighed and closed his eyes. “That’s not for hours Kiki.  Go back to sleep,”  the Aries Saint rolled over, determined to get at least another hour of sleep. “Are you sure?”  Kiki said disappointed. “Yes!”  Mu said more sharply than he  had meant to, “now go back to bed