Tristan walked toward the open door with an energetic swagger. He ignored the pitiful moans coming from the mangled figure behind him. He could feel a tingling rush of energy, power, and virility, surging through his body. It had been a considerable time since he had this type of sensation. He tried to recall when […]
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Open Heart Devouring (XIV)
With the fingers of his right hand still pinching the key, Tristan held the panel open, and his left hand maintained it’s grip on the large section of muscle and flesh. Tristan was frozen for several moments, as he took in the unorthodox scene, reflected into his eyes from the mirror. Several droplets of crimson […]
Open Heart Empowerment (XIII)
Tristan reached out, pressed the thumb latch downwards, pulled the door open, then stood motionless, for many seconds. His teeth crunched together forcefully, and there was no gap between the straight line of his lips. Slowly, and deliberately, Tristan pulled in air through his flaring nostrils, and forcefully snorted it out. He took the few, […]
Open Heart Metamorphosis(XII)
Instead of a sharp, metallic, click, Tristan heard a high-pitched shriek. The scream was so loud, and shrill, that he became momentarily disoriented. His hands being otherwise engaged, Tristan was unable to shield his ears from the cry. The piercing wail was so intense that he had to shut his eyes to feel a sense […]
Open Heart Extrication(XI)
The sparse, unrefined, yet comfortable, lodgings, appeared before him in pulsing increments. Firstly, the floor in front of him appeared, where his left leg paused in its stationary position. Next, the bed appeared, still disheveled, but reassuring in its disarray. Finally, the surreal, shrouding bubble popped, and blew it’s shell outwardly, exposing the remainder of […]
Open Heart Interlude (X)
When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room. The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves. The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]
Open Heart Diversion(IX)
The door creaked slightly as it opened. Tristan felt a slight chill enter through the entryway, slightly disturbing the warmth provided to him by the crimson walls, eggshell frames, smokey panes, and the popping, crackling, yellow, white, and red blaze in the fireplace. The door closed with a dull thud, and the latch engaged, with […]
Open Heart Acquisition (VIII)
Tristan put his hand into the front right pocket of his pants. He twisted his hand back and forth, opened his fingers wide, then squeezed them around his powerfully muscular quadriceps. He removed his hand, tensed his right oblique muscle, and shifted downwards to the right. Tristan patted the pocket just above his knee, and […]
Open Heart Affirmation (VI)
A mosaic wall of tiny, flickering, squares filled his vision. At first, the rapidly shifting colors, pulsating pixels, and constantly changing imagery made little sense. A small square of black and red formed at the top right corner of his vision, while the remainder, flickered between bright white, gold, glassy colorations, and muted browns. Then, […]
Open Heart Reconnection (V)
Tristan stared into his reflection, and the tiny opening in the metal panel in his chest. The rest of his immaculate form seemed insignificant in relationship to this tiny hollow. He’d been in this same position before, feeling strangely perplexed, and gazing into a keyhole within himself. He suddenly twitched, and then a chill and […]