https://blood-and-bone.silhouette-forums.com/ Tue, 20 Oct 2026 09:33:32 +0000 MyBB https://blood-and-bone.silhouette-forums.com/showthread.php?tid=858 Fri, 23 Dec 2022 19:55:51 +0000 Eros Quiller]]> https://blood-and-bone.silhouette-forums.com/showthread.php?tid=858

He pulled himself higher up the scrap heap, despite the protests from Damon below. When he was younger, he was a rather weak child - scrawny, despite the bounty of food available to the affluent Quillers. With his bionic arm, not only was he stronger, but he could not feel the sharp edges of discarded tin roofs and the occasional barbed wire, and so he made it to the top in a breeze.

The world yawned before him. He did not know it could do that - for when he climbed to high places in the Inner Citadel, all he saw was a wall - and past that, a taller wall. But there were no walls here - only a wide expanse, that melted in the green smudge of the tree line, the crisp blue of the sky. Eros had only seen the outside world through pictures of his books - old books, with decaying yellow pages that hung loosely off their spines. Yet they were lively, with the most brilliant colors - young, laughing faces of people dressed in strange clothing, creatures beneath the water's surface that looked more alien than animal.

Though the immediate scene before him looked more like the same, of twisting metal and specks of grass trying to peek through splitting concrete, it was endless and Eros could only imagine what laid beyond - unfettered by towers and walls.

Eros slid down the scrap pile, metal junk dislodging perilously at the disturbance, and when he reached the bottom, skittered towards Damon, his momentum stopped only by the brick wall that was his lover's toros.

He embraced the military man, reaching up on his toes to give Damon a long, breathtaking kiss.

"Thank you, Damon..." he said when their lips parted, and Eros could see Damon's golden eyes sparkling under a falling sun. "You really are the best boyfriend ever."

Tag : Damon Argyris

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He pulled himself higher up the scrap heap, despite the protests from Damon below. When he was younger, he was a rather weak child - scrawny, despite the bounty of food available to the affluent Quillers. With his bionic arm, not only was he stronger, but he could not feel the sharp edges of discarded tin roofs and the occasional barbed wire, and so he made it to the top in a breeze.

The world yawned before him. He did not know it could do that - for when he climbed to high places in the Inner Citadel, all he saw was a wall - and past that, a taller wall. But there were no walls here - only a wide expanse, that melted in the green smudge of the tree line, the crisp blue of the sky. Eros had only seen the outside world through pictures of his books - old books, with decaying yellow pages that hung loosely off their spines. Yet they were lively, with the most brilliant colors - young, laughing faces of people dressed in strange clothing, creatures beneath the water's surface that looked more alien than animal.

Though the immediate scene before him looked more like the same, of twisting metal and specks of grass trying to peek through splitting concrete, it was endless and Eros could only imagine what laid beyond - unfettered by towers and walls.

Eros slid down the scrap pile, metal junk dislodging perilously at the disturbance, and when he reached the bottom, skittered towards Damon, his momentum stopped only by the brick wall that was his lover's toros.

He embraced the military man, reaching up on his toes to give Damon a long, breathtaking kiss.

"Thank you, Damon..." he said when their lips parted, and Eros could see Damon's golden eyes sparkling under a falling sun. "You really are the best boyfriend ever."

Tag : Damon Argyris

]]> https://blood-and-bone.silhouette-forums.com/showthread.php?tid=850 Mon, 12 Dec 2022 03:49:24 +0000 Nova Stclair]]> https://blood-and-bone.silhouette-forums.com/showthread.php?tid=850


Her current weapon stayed strapped to her pack on her back, a small and lightweight but handy and deadly nail bat. Of course she had materials for making a few molotovs. That was something she almost always carried on her and would feel naked without. All seemed well and military were out on patrol but she could see none near her. Nova did her best to avoid them unless she meant to agitate. This wasn't one of those days. Humming a song to herself lowly, she lifted up a neat looking item and examined it. It was some kind of electronic component.]]>


Her current weapon stayed strapped to her pack on her back, a small and lightweight but handy and deadly nail bat. Of course she had materials for making a few molotovs. That was something she almost always carried on her and would feel naked without. All seemed well and military were out on patrol but she could see none near her. Nova did her best to avoid them unless she meant to agitate. This wasn't one of those days. Humming a song to herself lowly, she lifted up a neat looking item and examined it. It was some kind of electronic component.]]>