POWER.

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        Something—- or someone touched him.         He opened an eye to look up, wondering         if a dumb bird had gone insane, lost con-         trol over its wings, crashing right into the         flying bug. But it was a person with the a-         bility to talk.

        He stared at her from his spot, not moving         an inch. Eyes squinting, he studied her         features. She smelled weird. Not necessa-         rily unpleasant, just weird. Also, she was         hovering above the ground, just like him. A         goddess of butterflies, perhaps? Impossible.         Butterflies were beautiful and made his heart         buzzzzzzzzzzzzzwith joy. This girl? He felt in-         different towards her.

        Even afer a good minute of saying nothing,         Vent just shrugged, returning to his former         position —- facing the sun.

             ” Go around, over, or underneath. All                 these possibilities in the world, and                 you only consider one. Start living,                 zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzweety. ”

                   Zweety? Was he  m o c k i n g  her? Not willing to say            the actual term of endearment? "I live plenty." Her little state-            ment, purple eyes narrowing in on the bug. "All this space to            lie in and you also, consider one. You're speaking hypocritical.                               Thus embarrassing yourself."

                  Mary was analyzing his features, finding him to be not            only unattractive, but full of character. He's certainly made him-            self distinguishable amongst the other humans. And as she was            taught in her "school", those creatures unable to hide their real                                   features are weak by default.

                 Normally uptight with the laws, she was suppose to identify            any non-human, and if they pose a threat to her section of            territory, it should be immediately destroyed. "Tell me," Mary            adds on quickly, not caring for a response to her words before.                   These were more important. "What do you identify as?"

     Anger garnered in the flare of his nose, as he breathes outwards.     Who the hell does this chick believe she is? Sorry, princess—Not     used to not getting your way? A waste of a cigarette is what this     was, as he continues to make sure every drop of spit was fucking     gone.                         “Gladly, you fuckin’ bitch.”     The brunet answered, a grudge beheld to his voice. The glare      didn’t subside until he looked back down to his sleeve, still      so grossed out by it.

                          "You act like my spit is like acid." From her position, back faced                towards him, she stopped walking. "I'm sure if I had said the right words                to you, your tongue would've been down my throat in an instant. All you                people are like that here." A tiny scoff, more filled with her own disgust.                            "Am I right? Wait, I know I am. No need for answers."

          ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ

                                yoυr  ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ﹐

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                                                     —— ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. —— 

by homopero

even yaoi hands cant hold my love for you

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        What a beautiful day.  Warm    sun    up    in    the         sky, birds singing, nose    as    red    as    it    was         supposed  to    be,    thirst    quenched,    and    a         quiet buzzing as he hovered above  the    ground.         Facing the burning sun with   his    eyes    closed,         the attempt to take a well-deserved nap seemed         to be to no avail. Still, to   get    some    rest    was         especially     relaxing.    His    eyes    were    tired,         the       dark       circles       underneath          heavy.

        Even the presence of a stronger force,   the         smell that wasn’t even close to a monkey’s,         didn’t bother him! He saw  no    reason    to          feel affected.

                             S he currently stood on the ground, enjoying the shade                       provided under a tree. Far too hot outside to do anything of                       interest, talk to anyone, or even lift a finger. Though she had                       to, being a sort of grim reaper of this area. Sucked, really. After                       a moment of resting, Mary pushed her weight off the tree she                                       was leaning against and  moved back out                                                       into the gross heat.

                             N o one was around so she was able to float up without                       any problems. She didn't float up fast, watching the ground.                       It didn't seem as hot, being covered by another shadow she                       didn't have time to question. What were the odds??-- her head                       eventually tapped a strangers back, sending alarm through her.                          She ducked and pulled away, purple eyes filled with panic                                                          momentarily.

                              A nother floating idiot? She frowns, eyelids lowering.                                       "You're in my way." Damn...... he was ugly.