LetterA

Nightmares

"...As we await you, oh God of silence, we embrace your holy night."

By now Argo's throat was hurting, which was strange given he was barely two verses in and he wasn't pushing his voice at all. He coughed in hopes to clear his throat, too busy to hear the cheerful Uego in the background clapping without sound, exclaiming, "Bravo, bravo!" At this point Argo hadn't stopped coughing, his throat and lungs burning as an itch that couldn't be scratched lurked in his neck. His stomach convulsed as though trying to force the cough into a vomit, releasing nothing but air in loud burps that would've been comedic had Argo not desperately needed air.

"See, I'm gonna need a bit of payment," sweetly continued Uego as she circled around Argo's convulsing body. Blood and spit finally came out in spatters, dribbling down his chin and coating the back of his palm with red, flaky dots. "And I wanna help you, I do, but I can't do that without something in return." Sweat gathered underneath Argo's bangs, falling over his eyes and mixing with tears of pain. He fought desperately to take a breath, Uego's speech was taking too damn long, inhaling sharply mid cough and sending him into a more painful spasm. Acid burned at his throat, phglem and blood gathering to dribble out his mouth, his nose leaking scum. "And since you seem quite fond of that voice of yours, I'll just be taking that," cheered Uego as she patted Argo's back, cooing, "And in exchange I've given you such a marvelous gift~."

There was silence spare the settling rubble and Argo's gut wrenching heaving, Uego's sweet smile distorting to an exaggerated frown. Her voice, a pitch higher, scratched like nails on a blackboard as she asked, "I'm being so kind. Don't I get a thank you?"
"Th.." gasped Argo, sweat and blood causing his shirt to stick to his chest, his voice weak, his neck red, "Thank y-" his voice was replaced with vomit, his dinner rising and mixing with the blood, falling onto the ground. Panting, Argo weakly raised his hands to wipe at his shirt, the edges of his mouth covered in cuts from forcing his jaw so much. His stomach weakly clenched in emptiness, beads of sweat and tears mixing as they fell from his long blonde lashes and over his dirtied face.

Gasping, Argo opened his mouth to try thanking Uego again, only for strain in his throat, a sharp pain rushing through him as though he were being stabbed in the neck repeatedly. He tried again, with the same result, no noise coming out but hot air and sometimes bits of blood that had been stuck in his throat. "Well, I reckon that should be fine, given that you tried," mewed Uego in a sing song voice the mimicked Argo's. "You're very much welcome. I wish you good luck, my little damsel in distress~"

Uego reached in for a hug only to disappear in a huff of smoke, with a stench so great Argo retched again in accidentally inhaling it. Small gasps escaped his mouth as his eyes wandered his lonesome surroundings, deciding to head in the opposite direction of the collapsing city. No shit Argo, he thought to himself as he turned away, his shoes scraping against the blood he'd spilled on the ground. Maybe he should just stay in place instead. Hide for a bit. Collect himself.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Drina waved as more people came and went for the bowls, reaching his arms for the pot and gingerly placing it at a more accessible area so that anyone that wished for seconds could get to it. Just as he turned to see if Azga needed anything, their hands were suddenly touching. It never failed to impress Drina how easily the golden haired troupe master easily stuck a quickened heartbeat in him.

"Ah," started the long haired male at Azga's rhetoric, his piercing gaze striking a the heart. "I-" before Drina could so much as finish his sentence, he was being swept up and away in exchange of glittering lights to the back of his carriage. "Azga?" asked the younger man curiously before his breath caught in his throat. Oh. Well...a look at his hands reminded him that they did throb whenever he did anything, and besides it couldn't hurt to be spoon fed like this, and there was also that part about Azga not feeding himself until Drina ate and that wouldn't be good.

"Okay," said Drina simply, no sign of his inner turmoil in his calm voice as he gently reached a hand to lightly grip Azga's wrist, opening his mouth to take in the soup. His tongue was lightly burned, but nothing worse than his hands. As soon as he swallowed, however, a surge of guilt welled in him. What was he doing? Clearly Azga was in much more need. Drina could feed himself anytime while cooking, with food that hadn't been mixed with his magic. Didn't he make everything for th sake of keeping the troupe healthy?

When he looked at Azga to urge him to eat in his stead however, Drina's voice failed him and he instead took another spoonful. "You really should eat," finally managed the long haired boy, steam practically rising from his warmed chest, "I'm sure I can handle myself quite fine." Even as he finished the sentence his hands throbbed, though he wasn't sure if it was from the actual pain or his mind trying to come up with reasons for Azga to stay.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

other than tasting the food as it was being made,, nah, drina hasn't had a meal yet

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Not unlike a puppy, Drina perked up at the sight of Azga. "In private?" he asked, repeating the only very important part of whatever it was the beautiful witch had said. There was always something so alluring about the way light seemed attracted to him, even in the darkest of nights. "Okay," was Drina's simple reply, followed by a childish grin, his eyes somehow caught by a flicker of movement. Faye had grabbed one of the bowls and nodded, Drina nodding back in reply, as well as a wave of the had. She looked flustered, and admittedly his stomach churned at that. How unfair.

"Ah, but while we're waiting," cheered Drina, attention back to Azga now that Faye had started off, "Why don't you have breakfast? It aught to you get ready for the day." And that it should, especially given the night Azga probably had.

The Demon Hunters' Academy

i shall PP the heck out of Ase

that said
I don't think it's safe rn to be on the internet considering there's a huge storm and my computers prop ably gonna go any time now
but I shall start soon maybe
hopefully

also this is still open
Especially for ladies
im always open 4ladies

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

The scent of spices gently rolled in a steam that escaped the kitchen caravan through the makeshift chimney and the open door. Bandaged fingers propped up a window to allow the scent to spread within the small troupe, beads of sweat slowly rolling down a pale face. Djorji- or Drina, as his mother used to call him- raised a hand to wipe at his chin, his tucked in shirt sticking to his sweating stomach. He'd been awake for a while now, partially because he made breakfast and partially because he couldn't sleep alone, spending a total of two hours of sleep combined. "Hot," hissed Drina at his throbbing hands as hints of steam sneaked their way past the bandages and stung at his fingers. He hadn't soaked them since yesterday, but they still stung bad.

Gingerly taking hold of a ladle, Drina dipped into the light soup, taking a small sip. It warmed the stomach and refreshed the heart, a perfect wake up remedy from a long night- or shot night's- sleep. Stirring the soup once more, Drina grabbed a few bowls with his other hand, expertly filling each with a substantial amount. Not too much and not too little, given that some members had the habit of not finishing their meal and it was such a waste to keep up with that sort of deal. Pushing back long hair behind his pink tinted ears, the slender male resting the filled bowls by the steps leading to his caravan, knowing that anyone who desired could simply pick it up and go along their way.

As Drina stretched his weary arms he fought back a yawn, sadly muttering to himself on why he'd turned down Azga's offer to join him last night. He placed a lid over the simmering breakfast, knowing full well why he didn't go. "Damned broads," were the only things to leave his pink lips as his hands rose to redo his collapsing ponytail. Hay blonde hair stuck to his sweaty neck, cool air sending shivers down Drina's spine as he tugged them away. His eyes caught familiar blonde locks from out the window, and they subconsciously followed them until there were two people in sight. The blacksmith girl.

"..." a small silence spread throughout the lonesome caravan spare the sound of bubbling steam and occasional creaking. As though tryin to change the subject of a conversation that wasn't happening, Drina sighed out loud, "I should have sneaked into someone else's bed last night."

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

im sorry,, there's a thunderstorm happening and the internet's been on and off ,,, ahh,, ; u ; I shall post soon hopefully maybe;;

Nightmares

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Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

look at all these sexed up dorks

I shall make a first post after school;;;;

Nightmares

Light blonde hair floated as though suspended from gravity, and Argo sure as hell felt that way. Weightless, he seemed to be floating along the empty streets of a much too crowded town. Buildings towered over him, the sense of weightlessness also seeming to be in place among the skyscrapers as though only gravity could bring them topping over. "This is nice," mused Argo, his green eyes searching as he made his gentle way throughout the streets. "Very peaceful."

"Oh~! You're so cute!"

Argo paused mid step, his hair falling over his eyes as his shirt rustled over his chest. The voice had echoed from everywhere but yet...had a wholeness about it. "Thank you," cheerfully answered the petite young man before asking in an almost sing-songy tune- "Who are you?" The sound of childish giggles surrounded him in the same haunting echo. It cut off short and Argo called out, his voice barely matching the echoes, "Hello~?"

"If you find me," replied the voice, softer, much more devious, "I'll let you know. And you better do it quick~"

There was a sort of urgency in her voice that spurred something in Argo, and soon he was searching the large buildings, running through streets. His eyes caught a glimmer of movement, and with eagerness he followed suit, bare feet slapping against hard ground. Argo slowed as running became harder, his lungs closing up. Frantic, his eyes searched for the faceless voice, heaviness filling his body until one last step caused the ground beneath him to crumble.

A breathless yell escaped his throat as he reached for something, anything to hold on to. Grabbing onto the side- the end of the city- he gasped, choking on air. What was that? What the heck was that? The sound of creaking from up above caused Argo to cautiously raise his dimmed eyes, cracks on the towering buildings evident even from the distance. "Ungh," grunted the boy as he fought to pull himself up, reaching past the cliff and barely nicking a toe before the buildings collapsed into an abyss.

Cold sweat sent shivers down to his spine as he backed away from the edge leading to nowhere, his breathing ragged and sore. "Hah, hah," he panted, trying to articulate words of distress, "Fucking...what...hah...the..."
"Congratulations!"

Argo jumped as smoke shot past him, collecting to a weak image of a rather attractive woman. Her face seemed to change the whole time, each more attractive than the last, but they were all similarly motherly in a sense. Wispy hair floated about her face, disappearing as it trailed away, much like smoke. On her lips were a smile too wide for her face, with teeth that were too large and too straight. She barely could form a body but made up for it in the eagerness of her attitude- "Oh that was close, that was much too close," cooed the woman as she came closer to Argo who had just backed away instinctively, "I seriously thought you were a goner~! Come on, don't be like that, I promise I won't hurt you~,"

"What... Who?" asked Argo, barely, as he caught his breath. Coughing, he asked again, "Who are you?"
"Couldn't you tell~? I am Uego, your hero."
"My...? Oh, sorry," Argo apologized at the look on Uego's face, clearly demanding an introduction from him as well. "I'm Argo. Your damsel in distress."
"Oh how lovely~! You know, you could've died earlier. Aren't you glad I saved you~?"

Deciding to play along, Argo pulled himself up to an upright sitting position. "Yeah, thank you. Uhm. Eugo-"
"It's Uego! YOo-GO!"
The shout released a small jump from the teen and he coughed, quick to apologize with a smile. "Right, right, uhm, so... is this real right now?"
"Of course it is! You must be so scared being in a Nightmare all by yourself~, but you know I can help you right~? Because you're so cute~"
Wait what? A nightmare? "Uhm," started Argo, wanting a continued explanation. Like, what? Was he dreaming? Usually an adrenaline rush from earlier was enough to wake him up, so either the world suddenly changed or this was a really, really vivid dream.

"Up up up," shook Uego's head as her arms reached to cradle Argo's. The touch sent shivers, cold sweat trickling behind his ears. Uego whispered playfully, "Before I help you, why don't you go ahead and sing me a song~?"