***This is from The Book (my original story). I started writing this earlier and wasn’t sure if it really had a place in the actual storyline, but I really liked it.
It’s not entirely logical with the events in The Book: Doesn’t align well with the timeline. I’m pretty sure this would be strategically impossible to put in the book itself.
These characters are mine. This world is mine. No touchey without permission, please!!!***
If you like the featured image, it’s the Bubble Nebula, photographed by the Hubble Telescope.
—This is a super short scene between three characters. If you like it and want more, let me know.
A bit of background information that may explain some things. Merrikh is an alien. Hazel is from Earth. Mush is the captain of the ship, Sidereal, and Merrikh’s best friend (easily.) Sidereal is a spaceship that picks up people from planets that are in danger from this dark, ominous race of Shadows (essentially.) that suck the energy at astonishing rates from planets (devouring planets) before moving on. Sidereal tries to save as many species as possible (sentient and not) before the Shadows take over.
Merrikh’s sister died during the evacuation of his planet when one starpod crashed into another. She was an honorable Far-Seer, and foresaw the apocalypse of their solar system.
I hope that clears some things up. I’ll probably post more about Sister and Merrikh’s old planet. I really like them. They don’t fit in The Book very well, but interesting and lots of back story, to be sure.—-
Desert/Between the Stars
All was dust, scattered where the planet used to reside, caught in a phantom gravitational field. Billions of people, thousands of buildings, plants, animals… all dust. All that was and ever would be scattered as tiny particles that might someday build stars or planets. But for now, and for the next trillion years, it was a desert among the void, hanging motionless between the stars.
The starpod hovered nearby, white under-glow bright against the blackness of space. Two men sat silently in the cockpit, staring out at the remnants of a solar system.
“This is it, then,” Merrikh said with a deep breath. “This is all that’s left.” A memory tickled the back of his head. Dust…
“We’re all stardust.”
“What’d you say?” Merrikh asked.
“It’s something someone told me once,” the young woman said, light blue hair flitting about her face in the warm breeze. Merrikh was playing with the purple grass, plucking at the strands, enjoying the feel of the blades between his fingers. The night was cool, her small hand warm inside his own. The red and white planet in the sky gleamed above their heads. “They said we were just the children of the stars. Nothing but star dust.” She chuckled, and the sound was a phantom melody that rang in his ears, over and over and…
Mush nodded solemnly beside him in the cockpit. “We were in the area, wasn’t sure if you’d seen it since…” His voice drifted with meaning, his eyes still facing forward. “I mean… I guess you wouldn’t have…”
Merrikh shrugged. “I dream about it sometimes.” He gestured at the scene ahead of them. “I guess I’ve always remembered what it looked like.” He shrugged helplessly.
Mush nodded with a slight grin. “Must be some of your Seer blood,” he joked half-heartedly.
Merrikh chuckled, but silence quickly filled the cockpit. “Speaking of…”
Mush shook his head and strapped himself in. “You don’t want to see that, Merrikh.”
“So it’s there, then,” Merrikh said, not facing the captain. “The wreckage.”
The small man nodded. “Pieces of starpod. Bits…” He shrugged helplessly. “Nothing decays in space.”
Merrikh felt a little sick at that. He swallowed the bile that threatened to emerge with the little he’d eaten before their quick side-expedition. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. He could almost feel the pressure in his head at the memory of the corkscrewing flight that changed his life forever.
He forced his mind to other thoughts, pointing to another large body of dust. “That’s one of the moons, isn’t it?’
“Our calculations show that’s where it was,” Mush affirmed.
“Is it still orbiting?”
The captain shrugged, “I don’t handle that extent of the astrophysics, Merrikh.”
“Wish I could’ve shown…” Merrikh’s voice trailed off, and he scratched his neck with a sly grin. “Nevermind.”
Mush smiled beside him. “Let’s head back then. I just needed to show you…” The captain swallowed. “I mean, we were close enough, so…”
Merrikh smiled and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Thanks, don’t worry about it.” He strapped himself tighter into his seat, tapping at the controls.
Mush followed suit and the blasters fired, carrying the small spacecraft into light speed and back to Sidereal.
Hazel kissed Merrikh’s temple, her pale face bright in the moonlight glow simulation in the wall, light hair gleaming along the curve of her shoulder. “Talk to me?”
Merrikh’s arm squeezed her hip, fingertips tracing the length of thigh that was draped across his diaphragm. “I saw my planet.”
Her fingers threaded through his hair, calming the static embers that still flickered in the remnants of their lovemaking. He sighed in bliss at the massage against his scalp, leaning into her hand. “Was it bad?” she asked softly.
“It’s exactly as I remember it…” he murmured, pulling her palm from his scalp to kiss the inside slope of her thumb. “What has it been?” he murmured to himself, pressing her hand into his chest and stroking her knuckles. “Almost eighteen years now…”
She kissed his temple again. Her other arm cradled his head, and she bent her hand to squeeze his shoulder. “You don’t look a day over twenty-six,” she told him, nuzzling his hair.
He chuckled, “I don’t know what that means,” he assured her. “I think my species lives a lot longer than yours…”
Hazel smiled, pulling her hand from his on his chest and turning his chin to face her. “You mean I won’t see you as an old man?” she teased, tugging on his striking red hair, pouting playfully, “I’ve always wanted a man with a bit of grey.”
Merrikh pulled her closer and kissed her, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her tiny ear. “Ah,” he teased, kissing her nose, “But you’ll be an old woman before long,” he assured her. His fingers tickled over her ribs, making her body retaliate. “Plenty of grey for the both of us.”
She pulled his hand from her ribs, grimacing slightly, her silver eyes dancing in the dark. “I think I’ll be too grey for you by then.”
Merrikh shook his head, twining their fingers together, “No,” he murmured matter-of-factly. “You’ll be just as silver.” He kissed her neck, turning them over so he hovered over her. “And I think silver is my favorite color.”
***This is a continuation of the Battle Buddies Rune Factory 4 Fan Fiction.
I hope you guys liked that last one. Sorry there wasn’t more Doug x Dylas or Dylas x Arthur. I was thinking of continuing this one to break Dylas’ heart and go Frey x Arthur as some of you have asked for…
All in good time, my dear readers! ;D all in good time.
I just wanna thank you guys for the likes and the views 😀 Thanks for the support. Please comment, as well. 🙂 Let me see if there’s anything you’d like me to write (pairings, for example. –this is not exclusive to the RF4 universe. — or particular scenes.) I’d be very happy to share the love.
Also, let me know what you think in the comments below!
Okay… Now for disclaimers: If you have not read one, two, three, four, or five… Please do so. I do not claim to or own any of these characters, or the fan art displayed. All are property of their respective owners.
Without further ado, please enjoy this next chapter of Battle Buddies!****
Frey cursed to herself as she patted down her hair and tried desperately to wipe soil from her cheeks. Her spinach had grown a little quicker than she’d expected. Normally, that would be cause for celebration, but with a crop being shipped out meant another crop planted. She couldn’t believe how late she was running.
She scrubbed her face and changed her clothes and all but ran out of her room, tripping over her feet in the process.
She landed against something solid and warm. He smelled of clean laundry, warm cooking, and… was that hay?
She froze. She knew that smell. (more…)
***this one is a lot shorter than previous chapters. Sorry for the shortness. But hey! I made it on time ;D
—to be fair, I’ve had this written since 4 was published, I’m almost done editing part six. You’ll likey. Promise <3–=
Again, these characters are not mine. The world and the characters exist in a copyrighted game called Rune Factory 4. I’m just playing with them 😉
The artwork in this post are from the tumblr blog: http://dylas-doug.tumblr.com/ and drawn by the folks there. I do not claim any of it as my own. If you like their work, I highly recommend you follow them. 😀
I hope you enjoy this installment. And as I promised, I should hopefully get started on an Arthur x Frey fic soon. Look forward to it!
Without further ado, I give you…****
Arthur was silent for a long time. Dylas alternated from pacing to leaning against the desk with his arms crossed and back again. He ran his hands over and through his mane, catching snarls. “I took the fish,” he sighed, throwing up his hands. “I should have just left them at her room… or… something.”
“She said she liked you?” Arthur murmured in bespectacled wonder, his eyes wide beneath the thin glass. He removed the frames from his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “She confessed her feelings to you and you’re pacing my study talking about fish.”
Dylas all but threw himself backwards into a chair and his face hit his palms, and he let out a low groan. “What do I do?”
Arthur stared at him, long and hard. “Do you like her?” (more…)
Let’s talk about my muse…
Part 1. Introductions
****This is a parallel realm than from The Book that I’ve mentioned (see hyper links if you’re interested in reading more into why I’m doing this and if you’re curious of The Book.) These are all my original characters. This is my original story. Please do not duplicate repost without due credit! This is NOT fan fiction. (it’s fan fiction… of my own stuff. After all, I’m my third greatest fan…)****
The light filtered through the slanted boards on the window, startling Merrikh from his slumber. The man was sprawled out in a haystack, his long legs spread out and his broad arms folded over his chest to keep the cold away.
He shuddered and coughed, swiping a forearm across his nose, and rolled out of the straw. He shook his limbs out and brushed off his clothes; today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones.
A cow in the stall nearby stared at him with its large, innocent eyes. Merrikh made a face at the beast with a spark of childishness that would have had his elder sister smacking him, and attended to his own business. The farmer must be an elderly gentleman, he considered, or else his cover would have been blown by now.
He took no time waking himself up, eager to be hurrying from the barn and onto the day. He pulled his broadsword and belt pouch from their places hidden under the haystack where he had spent the night, and pulling the hood of his cloak over his bright red hair, fled the kind gaze of the cow behind. (more…)