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As a personal preference, bases and premade vectors are banned from my deviations gallery. I do not believe in using other's work for my own benefit but I will favourite those freely.
In a Butterfly's SmileThe airport was tight, crowded with little grey people filtering in and out of its grey walls. Everything was grey and black and white, there wasn't a colour to be seen. The big grey men at the door hadn't even let her keep her lighter, they barely let her in just because she was wearing her 'safety mask', the being meanies.In a Butterfly's Smile by Sauny
Pyro pouted as she sat in front of the arrival bay, arms crossed as she waited. The place was so boring, what did the little men do all day? They looked like they just stood there being boring, boring, boring, boring!
She groaned, slumping down in the chair and ignoring the mother and her child rushing quickly past. The only thing interesting about this place was the loud ding-dongs followed by a very feminine voice, it sounded just like the person she was waiting for. She waited for the announcement again and began repeating the words to herself, giggling quietly as it ended.
Ten announcements, a bag of chips and an awkward exchange with the cashier later, the pla
Sometimes on a Summer NightIt's quiet when he wakes.Sometimes on a Summer Night by Sauny
The Earth is still and the animals outside are silent against the summer sun slowly reaching over the horizon. It's nice, something different to the familiar screeching or explosions that accompanies their usual mornings.
It's nice being in a proper bed too, having room to move rather then being cramped against a thin tin wall that feels colder than the wind outside. The sheets rustle lightly as the tall man beside him shifts to encompass his body within his arms, bare in more ways than one.
The Australian snored in his sleep, especially after sex, and he sounded like a lawnmower running over a pile of logs. He snorted at the thought, the arms around him feeling like the very logs he imagined. There wasn't much wrong with that, not when there was a warm weight against his side and a smell of the man he loved drifting lazily around him
He turned his head, balaclava-freed hair brushing against his forehead, and watched the sleeping sniper rub against the single