Scattered Starlight - Stolas' Farewell
A melancholy in macabre dress, fleshy and bloodless and distant. her words rattled around his head, pounded against his skull, threatened to escape him. how could this be?
Parenthesis
Getting soaked with rain seems to have snapped me out of that melancholy state, at least.
Because You Have Wings
I caught a bit of melancholy in his voice that i didn't understand at that moment. "i guess i should be grateful for trickle-down economics then."
Suicide
A wave of relief, followed by regret, followed by melancholy, repeatedly smack the shorelines of my conscience. the seas of my higher mind evaporate. i am only my lower, most basic self. i do not feel worry, for i cannot imagine worry.
The Fall: Prologue
The bear was rescued from melancholy by the feel of a colt snuggling against him, to try and steal as much warmth as possible, and a light voice raised in respectful supplication.
Chapter 2: Reliquary of the Divine Dragon
The statue depicts a long, serpent-like dragon, it's sinuous body swirled around in the air, the head angled down towards the altar, wearing an expression of melancholy. the most striking feature about the statue is the soft glow it seems to radiate.
The Size of Love
Growson sensed his beloved stud's melancholy and chalked it up to old age. he loved the clydesdale like the son he had never had. perhaps the time had finally come to let the stallion rest. several days later, mr. growson hitched up the horse trailer.
A Cushy Expedition | Chapter 1 [Archives]
At last her distinct suitcase thundered out of the claim, a mosaic of stickers from all her various travels covering the thing as she strode over to where it had fallen, slowing making its melancholy rotation around the
A Rabbit's Recovery
Kate sighed, her bad mood seeming to ebb away into a light melancholy. "yeah, i guess you're right. what about cooking and cleaning and stuff, though?"
Fugitive's Trust Chapter 1 Part 1 of 2
_no_, came the melancholy thought. it wasn't a prison _now_. spiritually and mentally, it'd always been a jail of sorts. now it'd be that physically as well. _\* \* \*_ alone.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Thirty Six
"this is it," he said, his voice heavy with melancholy. "we're here." he walked to the ruins, and sarah followed, ignoring the desire to turn tail and run from this terrible, haunted place. "where are we?"
Chapter 6: The Losses
He melancholy looked for her, thought that it might help to recover her, save her, get her back.