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[Promptober] Week 1
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All Hurt No Comfort.docx
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[Promptober] Week 1
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Promptober Week 1.pdf
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[Promptober] Week 1
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All hurt, NO comfort .pdf
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[Promptober] Week 1
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"How about two truths and a lie?" Luka asked, their voice slightly slurring on the last two words. They slid into the space left on the couch beside Yeoni. Somehow they had managed not to spill a drop of their drink as they sidled up under the Kiffar's arm.

Moogan tea. Luka had requested it each time since their first date. A new favorite. Yeoni had picked well, it seemed. It wasn't very likely that the game was necessary for Luka to talk about themselves. The human had grown so comfortable in his presence, and the drinks helped things along. The Kiffar still chose to humor his date. "Why don't you go first and show me how to play?"

Luka sat up quickly and jostled their drink. To some miracle once more, nothing spilled. Yeoni breathed a sigh of relief that went unnoticed by his human companion. "Alright!" they said with a wide smile. They took a sip of their drink and then set it on the table. Yeoni subtly pushed the glass closer to the table's center.

"Didn't think I'd go first. Hold on..." They settled back down against Yeoni and dangled their legs over the arm of the couch.

Yeoni carded his fingers through Luka's hair. They always seemed to enjoy that, touch and attention. Not unlike the Nexu that curled up on the unoccupied bed. "We have all night," Yeoni said with a chuckle. "I don't have to get up early." Luka shivered as goosebumps rose on their skin. Yeoni's head tilted to the side. "Cold?"

"No, I'm fine. Distracted."

"Distracted?"

"By you." Luka looked up at Yeoni through those long lashes. Yeoni knew this to be a deflection, from what he had seen of Luka's tells. There was more on Luka's mind.

Yeoni chose to play into it. He leaned forward to place a kiss on Luka's forehead. This was the right course of action. Luka pulled him in for another kiss, deeper. Their respiration had increased, a heat to their skin. They enjoyed this.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Luka spoke with a heavy breath. Yeoni raised a brow, and Luka gave a soft slap against Yeoni's cheek. They then pointed up at him with a scolding glare. "Don't you look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm drunk."

"Do you still want me to stay, or should I go home?"

"No. You can stay. I... I wanted you to. I want you to."

It seemed difficult for Luka to speak. Yeoni decided to press, curious as to why. "Would you like me to stay the night? We don't have to do anything."

"I would like that." Again, the words seemed to struggle in their throat.

Yeoni wrapped an arm around Luka. An offer of comfort that Luka sunk into with a shaking breath. "Two truths and a lie," said Yeoni as he gave their arm a squeeze. "What are you thinking about right now?"

"Sex." Luka glanced up through those lashes again. Then their gaze unfocused before drifting to the right. They brushed their fingers against the scar on their neck, over the raised marks of teeth. "This." No further explanation was given, but Luka's tone implied a bitter story. "And you. Always you, nowadays." They reached out to touch him so tentatively, so softly. Yeoni pressed against that hand. He noticed tears starting at the corners of Luka's eyes.

"Come here." A warm tone. More comfort. Luka accepted it and buried themselves in it as they climbed into Yeoni's lap. The Kiffar's arms shrouded them in his warmth as he held them close. "We don't have to do anything tonight, but can I kiss you?"

Luka nodded but said nothing in response. Yeoni placed a gentle kiss on their temple and felt their held breath at his neck. "We don't have to do anything tonight," he repeated. "You're safe here." His lips to that scar earned a shiver from Luka. He then placed his hands on either side of Luka's head as he held their gaze. Tears streamed down and muddied their makeup, but a smile played upon their features. Yeoni smiled as well. "I love you."

There was a brief moment when Yeoni thought he had said those words too soon. Luka seemed almost startled. Their brown eyes were wide and searching for an answer as if written in Yeoni's gaze. Finding nothing there, they took their answer from his mouth. Their kiss was wet from their crying and desperate for the love found in his words.

A game easily won.

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[Promptober] Week 4
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Envoy Zuza Lottson opted out of publishing her submission.
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[Promptober] Week 4
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Work't battle med.docx
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Contains gore and suicide and flagrant team killing

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[Promptober] Week 4
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Haunting Melody

Wind whistled through the tall grasses of Batuu as a group of poachers gathered around a flickering flame. The glow from the control boards of cages twinkled in the night as the beasts inside rattled the doors, saddened and panicked by their capture. 

"This Braga bear will fetch a nice price on the market" One of the men laughed, kicking the cage. "Shut it in there!" 

The others laughed along but one was stoic and had a look of worry as he incessantly scanned the darkness.

"What'sa matter wiff you, eh?" 

"No-nothing, Gob." 

"Out with it, you should be happy we got all these critters. Think'a the piles of credits!"

"I can't think about that right now when my kind is elsewhere." He added

"Whaddaya mean, boyo?"

"I take it you've never heard the legend. The Ghost of the Plains, then?"

"Ghost of the plains." Gob laughed out loud. "That's rubbish, I ain't no kid!" 

"It's said that there's a phantom guarding the wilds of Batuu and they wi-""

"What was that?" Gob jumped as a ghostly whistle was seemingly carried on the wind. 

"Shh, listen, shut up and listen!" Gob smacked his rowdy companions on the shoulders and they all stopped, mouths agape. 

The whistle was a soft melancholy tone that cried throughout the grasslands. It came from one direction and when the group honed in on it, it came from another. Their heads were on swivels as they all stood up.

"Who's out there!!" Gob shouted, shaking his fist. "Come into this camp and I'll break your karkin' face you Gutter dwelling ho-" 

As Gob shouted profanities and threats, he was instantly cut off as a flask sitting on a stump next to him leapt straight up before a loud crack rumbled through the Plains. The four men jumped, two of them slipped behind Spires for cover and drew their blasters.

"Come out ya coward!" Gob pointed into the direction of the last whistle but when he did. His kneecap exploded with red mist and he buckled to the ground. There was another crack.

"Run!" one of the other three shouted, turning from the Spire to bolt into the darkness. Unwise. 

The Rodian entered a full sprint but it wasn't enough as  while he ran, a second later his chest cavity exploded and his lifeless body rolled into the grass. 

Gob spit from the agony and curled up behind a log as he tried applying pressure to his leg. 

"We have to get out of he-" Cried the second soul as he peeked out from the adjacent spire. "I'm gonna make a run for it Gob!" 

"No stay where you ar-" 

Crack, another round sliced through the veil, striking the man between the eyes. 

"Idiots!" Gob shouted, grabbing the storyteller by the arm. "we move and we're dead!" 

All was quiet except for that damned tune that haunted them. A whistle where death soon followed.

"Fight like a man!" Gob shouted and cursed some more, huffing and puffing in pain as he peaked out from cover. He saw nothing and time seemed to slow as the anxiety reached sickening levels of worry. 

"I-is it gone?!" 

"I-I don't know, I can't see anything!" The flames grew higher behind them and the yellow eyes of the bear in the cage never left the poachers, its snout sniffing the blood in the air. 

Just then, the lock on the cage exploded and sparks sprinkled the grass prior to another resounding gun shot. The cage door slid open and Gob and his storyteller quickly shifted focus. They reached for their guns but it was too late as the bear charged. 

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"Whats done is done, Cisco." A rugged man wearing a wide brimmed hat and duster leaned in and rested his head against the head of his Orbak as he patted its thick fur and slid his cycler rifle into the saddle holster. He pulled himself up to mount his trusted friend and gave a "Yip!" that made the Orbak spin and jaunt forward. The screams in the distance died down at the sound of a roaring bear and as Colton Kreed slipped into the darkness, what was left was a whistle.

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[Promptober] Week 4
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The Bad Guys Win.pdf
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[Promptober] Week 4
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9056_promptober_wk4.pdf
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[Promptober] Week 4
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Ghost Luka Zarkot opted out of publishing his submission.