4 Works by ivees
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A bead of sweat ran down the length of Captain Dreemurr's side, and they were suddenly very grateful for the outfit the Chief had chosen for them. A deep green sleeveless floor length gown, with a hint of sheen that gave the garment movement, with deep slits up the side of their legs. The lack of breeze made the room more stifling than ever, and Kris did not envy their partner's full suit, despite the handsome picture she presented.
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It's the evening of the Mayoral Ball and Captain Dreemurr and Detective Susie are attending-not as guests, but there to meet an informant who has valuable information about the church's cult activities. Will they be able to get the information they need? With the ball full of high profile people, the night is sure to be an interesting one regardless...
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a deltanoir story.
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“You weren’t Kris yesterday in that city, were you? And you’re not Kris now.” Despite their heaves of breath, Kris still wore the eerie dead eyed expression on their face. It was different from the one they had when they first moved to Hometown—that one, although was their default, often molded and changed into normal expressions of joy and fear, sorrow and mischief. This new face that sat in Kris’ skin was as robotic as it was uncanny, and they moved like old claymation, staggering and jerky.
“But you were Kris last night. So how do I find Kris again?”
or: Noelle is going to get her friend back, even if she has to claw it out of them.
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it began in that nebulous in-between time after their classmates started looking at them funny and before all the missing posters had been blown away or disintegrated by the rain.
or: Kris is weird about touch, but not with Susie.
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Susie stared at Noelle’s contact photo under the call time that she had never bothered to change. It was a selfie Noelle had taken at the Festival. She was in the foreground, arm fully extended as Susie leaned over to try to get in frame, although she was still cut off from the forehead up. Kris was tucked in the middle, head caught under Susie’s arm. Kris’ face was red and their ever present bangs were covering their eyes, but their mouth was slightly open like they were about to smile. Noelle’s eyes were squeezed shut in laughter, despite her being the one taking the photo. It was one of Susie’s favorite photos of the three of them. She hung up the phone.
or: Noelle and Susie and Kris learn how to live past the end of the world.