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Icy wind blew around the boy as he walked. Though his drew his coat close around his body, his efforts were in vain. The cold had sunk its claws deep into his bones and there was no way he was going to get warm. Not until he had spent a good deal of time indoors anyway. His heart lept in his chest as he saw the dorm building for the first years, and he hurried towards it. Warmth immediately caressed his skin when he stepped inside, however the chill from the open door at his back was taking the comfort off of the heat. Closing the door against the harsh winds proved more difficult than it should have been. He wasn't the strongest creature as

Erin opened his eyes slowly and was greeted with darkness. Almost no light was able to make its way through the thick, dark curtains that covered the window. The curtains were chosen specifically for this purpose, since those who occupied this particular room had extremely odd sleeping hours and rarely if ever rose from their slumber before noon. With no light from the outside to give any hints as to the time of day, Erin cast his gaze over to the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. It read, 1:27 PM. He groaned. In his mind, it was far to early to get up, especially after the events of the previous night. His partner had gotten a litt

Roxas threw himself down on the sofa. When he was situated somewhat comfortably on the chilly red leather surface, he pulled his prize out from under his sweater. It was a box of chocolates. His eldest brother, Cloud had been away on a trip for several weeks and had brought them back for him as a gift. He had been hiding these from Axel and Reno for around a week now. He knew that they both loved chocolate just as much as he did and would have the whole box eaten before the day was out. However, since they had both gone out together, Roxas figured it was safe to bring his little gift out and have a couple. It wasn't that he was trying to be m

The building was made of dark grey stones and looked much more like a prison than a school. It was daunting and unwelcoming looking. Perhaps that was because it had once been a mental asylum. But whatever the reason, it didn’t look much like a place you’d want to send your children. At least from the outside. Erin interlaced his fingers with Jester’s before walking through the heavy wooden doors that served as the schools main entrance. Inside, the atmosphere was much more school-like. There were rows of hooks filled with the jackets of the children who attended the school outside of classroom doors. Many were open, though

Sunlight danced through the leaves of the weeping willow, reflecting off of lake’s water, creating dappled patterns underneath the canopy. In the coolness of the shade, two small figures sat side by side, unmoving, against the strong trunk of the tree. There in the shade, where the grass was cool and dry and the sweet smell of summer hung heavy in the air, two small hands pressed against each other. Ten tiny fingers intertwined. Though they may have been young, both hands told a story. The first was smaller than the other, covered in cuts and scars from various scuffles and fights. The purple hues of bruising bloomed across the fingers