Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma (Part 2 of 4) By R.S.A. She ran for the door and dragged it open.
Green lights chased each other in a circle under the skin of her wrist. She glanced down just as he got the door open and crept outside, closing it behind him. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he shook his head.Īn insistent vibration in her arm distracted her. He crouched next to the locked front door, unlocking it with one hand while keeping his back against the wall. She sat up, dragging on her shirt and following him into the main living space. He held up a warning hand for her to stay where she was before he crept out the open doorway. The tension in his body made hers go still. She woke when he rose from the pallet, his naked body barely visible in the faint light from the approaching dawn. Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma (Part 3 of 4) By R.S.A. Not that cheerful moments with her family could do much to dispel the somber, dark mood that hung over the Red House today. For a moment, she wished for Dee’s easy, charming presence, but only Primarchs whose parents were both Kairi could vote in War Parliaments.
Sibling-Beryl air-kissed her cheek and remarked in the Gomez family chat room how her husband must be treating her good because she was looking “healthy.” Eva rolled her eyes at the veiled insult and moved on to hugging her daughter. Uncles and Tanties nodded hello or gave her a smile, depending on the state of their relations.
Wherever Siblings were, whatever they were doing, they would find a safe space to go into upload mode and citizens would find themselves under the maroon colonnades and high ceilings of the old colonial architecture, now also outfitted with expanses of arched windows that gave gorgeous views of the large parks and silently patrolling Guardians that surrounded the Parliament.Ĭousins she hadn’t seen in years hugged her as she entered the Gomez family box. This Red House was for those occasions when all citizens were required to attend a vote. Then, as now, it was nicknamed the Red House, and the physical one on New Kairi was vast enough to hold half of the continent’s citizens at any one time in the public galleries. The Parliament was a larger replica of the last building that had housed the original Kairi Parliament before the wars and the erosion of the islands beneath rising oceans forced her people from their home. Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma (Conclusion) By R.S.A.
Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma, Part 3
Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma, Part 2 (Continue Reading…)ĭon’t miss Philia, Eros, Storge, Agápe, Pragma, Part 1 We lost touch after we broke up for college, but in hindsight, I really should’ve looked him up back when I still had Internet access. He was a sweet boyfriend, though, always fixing my necklaces when they broke. He auditioned for the Southeastern Sentinels at their headquarters in Charlotte two months before our high school graduation, and while they didn’t laugh directly in his face, they thanked him for his “radical vulnerability” and told him they would “give him a call if they ever needed his skillset,” which was almost worse. Davey could control metal with his mind, which came in handy whenever the little gears in the ice cream machine at our after-school job got jammed, but he couldn’t budge anything heavier or thicker than a can of tomatoes. Well, technically my first super wasn’t a hero.
The gals here at the Raleigh Women’s Asylum for the Nefariously Gifted have a little saying they like to share with the newbies: fuck a superhero once, shame on him fuck a superhero twice, shame on you. Love and Supervillains By Caroline Diorio