“I think it’d be good for you to start painting again.”
Navid didn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed instead out the window. It was raining hard now, and the wind pushed the drops nearly sideways into the glass, giving a view of the grounds as though from behind a waterfall, everything distorted and distant. The IV in the back of his hand itched; he didn’t like it there, but Dr. Lin had told him after he’d pulled out the last one that it’d be a good idea to give the vein in his elbow some time to heal. Everyone in the clinic had lots of good ideas to share.
by Kagamino Kage (鏡乃 影) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/67673.html) There was a seed deep within the earth, scorched and blackened. It pulsed with life, a deep throbbing he felt through the soles of his feet. He found his tongue was made of clay and paper, and it was growing soft and dissolving in his […]
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/49071.html) Translator’s Notes The author of The Passion of Saints Tryphaena and Tryphosa (part of a larger codex recently unearthed by Dr. Wm. Ford) identifies as ‘Persis,’ the third name listed with Tryphaena and Tryphosa in Romans 16:12. All three women are identified as leaders of the Roman […]
by Kagamino Kage (鏡乃 影) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/51134.html) As a child, Robin had thought sunlight was a kind of liquid, and continually tried to catch it in jars to keep. Bafflement led to tears of frustration as the glass failed time after time to contain it. ~*~ Perambulatory. Perambulatory. The word had snagged […]
(Zamoroztye chto prolomy wroz / Breaking Ice) by Seiwa Kaiyura (性和界由来) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/52409.html) I Yarka turned away from the rehearsal stage, murmuring irritably through his lines; he had better things to do than watching Andêl, the ass, practice with Jurinka. It might be true that the girl was improving, but he never […]
by Kagamino Kage (鏡乃 影) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47461.html) Ah, public schooling. The most marvelous invention of the modern era. A veritable deluge of supple young flesh, of sweet-faced girls with breasts like just-ripened fruits, of lithe young boys strutting about with all the endearing awkwardness of newborn deer. Like fresh peaches just waiting […]
by Satoimo Taro (里芋たろ) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/34610.html) Once upon a time, there were two cousins born of a dark, sinister, bloodthirsty race, into a lightless, ruthless society where the quality of mercy was very much strained, no holds were barred and winners ate all (including the losers). One was possessed of a sinuous, […]