Evil Within 2
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06 Dec 2017
Just a...little nonsense drabble about after the game. Kidman delivers the bad news to the surviving Torres sister, Kolta. It's a very short and reflective fic, very different from my normal stuff. I only rate it T because of the game itself and one mention of the word sex.
- Part 10 of Kolta
21 Jan 2020
"So, why did you come back to me?"
My heart pounded in my throat, watching his eyes glimmer with their normal cruelty, contrasted by the sweetness in his smile. It was a sweetness I knew wasn't real, it wasn't possible for him to empathize or feel anything close to love. But damn him and his smile; I could feel it work it's way into my veins and set fire to them. I could feel my skin melt in my cheeks as the blood flared in them and my heart began to beat faster.
"I... You couldn't keep me away if you tried, Stefano."
I looked away as I heard him begin to step closer. I heard his chuckle ring out as he closed the distance between us. His hands were warm as they wrapped around my back; tense, but gentle. At any moment, I knew the circumstance could turn poor, he could and would hurt me if he chose.
"Oh, Cara mia. . ." he murmured as his breath rolled over my ear. "Who said I wanted to keep you away?"
Author's note: I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story yet. I hope you like it though. I found myself completely obsessed with a certain artist, so I thought I might channel that into some (not so) healthy story telling.
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Stefano's abundance of time in STEM did not alter the fact that his art remained a sweet, difficult and nerve-racking task. Neither the standards of his own imagination nor the considerable advantages which accompanied them made this burden easier. Due to the limited supply of people that Mobius was willing to put into grey terrain, the selection for acceptable subjects had considerably diluted and true grandeur was now as difficult to find as a barley grain in a mountain full of needlework. The agents of Mobius had long turned out to be a scarce diet for a constantly growing appetite like his own. What Stefano craved for were the means to perfection. But perfection usually did not come around the corner like movies and songs made it ought to be.
It was all the more uplifting for the photographer when he occasionally found a stone between the human coals which could be polished into a splendid representative of its class.
That said stone turned out to be a former cop of the KCPD and the father of little Lily, the STEM’s heart and lung, made the whole thing just more perfect in its irony.
Bookmarked by PhoenixTakaramono
25 Oct 2017
The writing style is so wonderfully mature and dark and idiosyncratic. Basically an indulgent PWP, but no one can deny how masterfully written this is. This story had been one of my only two favorites, I believe, back then in the early days of TEW2 fandom. This was actually the first fic I read and was memorable to me even when I browsed everything else. Stefano feels in-character and Sebastian is as gruff as usual; yet they make this PWP work. (The best way I can put it: if you’ve read Thomas Harris’ ‘Hannibal’ book series, you should like this because you might feel faint vibes of similarity.)
24 Jan 2018
His eyes opened.
The first thought that ran through his head was that everything hurt.
The second was that he was afraid he was dead.
Bookmarked by PhoenixTakaramono
25 Oct 2017
I first came upon this story when I was going through a TEW2 dry spell (especially for SebSte, which I grew to like the premise of ever since I watched a Let’s Play walkthrough of the game). Personally, of all the stories uploaded then, this had been perhaps one of my only two favorites that I personally considered well-written, interesting, and fresh during that time. Most of all, this was multi-chaptered and he kept the characterizations intriguing enough that I was curious to see the directions he would take. You can tell, instead of just jumping to the porn, the writer thoughtfully tried to set things up to tell a story.