I, Dacien Chapter Eight: Regency
"it's a little extravagant, especially given the questionable provenance of those ungoliant inks, but the designs are eye-catching, and often very attractive. there's been a lot of ungoliant ink on the market, i hear."
A Song in the Winter
Some might have gone so far as to compare her to a ruby dipped in ink. now however, she could feel the wounds covering her being kissed by the delicate cold. a shattered gem. why can't i let go... she had been asleep until now.
Interlude 3
Friends, family- these concepts that once were restrained within the ink of books she had grown to immortalize as a child and a teen were now materializing as a certainty in her new life. had she reached her happiest point? not... yet.
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Forty One
I would have been happy to attack the inked up creep and get it over with, but the way dex was eyeing him told me there was more going on than i could see. he took another step forward. "my name is amnubar." i couldn't place his accent.
Bump in the Night (Clean)
A panther with fur as black as ink had lain down atop him, trapping him in its warm embrace. the creatures thick, soft fur itched at his exposed skin, as its thick breath blew into his face.
A Priest Meets a Different god (Untitled Otherwise)
The intermittently lit lounge, jake couldn't help but think the name was a bit fitting as he checked the back of his boarding pass to verify the directions, 'bent turbine, 9pm, play a game' scribbled with permanent marker which seemed to be running out of ink
Blossom Brainwashed
Please feel free to comment ^\_^** _ **blossom brainwashed** **the sky was a negative image of its daytime beauty, midnight blue with clouds swirling like spilled black ink in water.** **"girls, this is not good,"** **said utonium, shocked
Pachelbel's Canon 1
I sense motion behind me, but before i am able to ponder any of this further, i feel a sharp crack on the back of my head accompanied by a flash of light, and then ink, pooling around my vision, until all fades to black.
Heritage of Ash Chapter 8: Life goes on
The phrase was etched into the stone and emboldened against the slate grey color by black ink, allowing the phrase to stand out, even in dim moonlight.
castle cleaner crusaders
His music was clean, no dust on it, his writing desk, cleaned of ink and used paper. the window light was coming though, not a grim light. his floor no longer covered in fathers or dirt or food remains.
All Things Quiet And Sweet Alt Ending 1 - Start of Darkness
The handwriting was of daisy's, but unlike the last time he had seen a note from "her", it was in a viscous red ink. half of it seemed to shift into another woman's handwriting towards the end, one he hadn't seen in years.
Black and White – Chapter 3: Discovery.
Adhesive was used to keep it on the hard cover of the book, just in front of the first page, just so it would be kept in place, as the ink of my fountain pen refused to remain in the notebook. magic reacts to the ordinary. vice-versa.