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TF2 - Beginnings in the DarkA thick, rasped, breathy snarl, hissed out. "N-Neiiiin."
"Ah, ah, in English. Let me understand you." He held the hips of the once human above him, keeping him still and hoping the request didn't earned him a torn apart throat and chest cavity.
" . . . . . .Nevahhhhgh. . . . . .Not you. . . .Sssp . . . ."
He was considered unusual at best, a man dedicated to keeping his face hidden and identity, even to his teammates, only known as Spy.
Until he met the forgotten man.
Once upon a story, a decade or so ago, the RED Team was complete, all nine needed members, the team wholly complete, a perfect set of killers and capturers prepared to do their job, their base at the famous 2Fort, their home.
The Medic of the team was a bright-eyed young man, fresh to the team and full of life and hope, aiding those who needed him without complaint. He was a doctor after all, and a damn good one.
But he worked for RED, and it corrupted him, to an extent.
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 8His footsteps sunk low into the sand as he made his way across the desert, the moon now high and bathing his way in an ethereal glow.
He had taken off his disguise once he had gotten a safe distance away from the BLU base, now with his mask pushed up so he could see his way, his thick flame retarded suit trapping the heat of his body close as he trudged across the midnight dunes.
He had enjoyed his day, breaking into the enemy base, saving his friend and getting revenge upon his captor.
Because vendettas are beautiful.
They had all left by now, each member checking in upon the doctor at least twice, before attending to their other duties.
Heavy now sat at his side, always incredibly reluctant to leave, and so stayed, watching over the sleeping hero.
The doctor was laid upon the gurney he always operated on, usually slept on, and nearly daily healed his friends upon, his torso now bandaged completely, his leg resting upon a small stack of pillows and wrapped e
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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