Leonidas sighed as he hefted his pack. The noonday sun seared the back of his neck as he trudged wearily home. As a soldier, one would assume he'd be used to the constant marching, but marching towards something was very different from marching away from it. Ever since he was a boy, he had always loved the thrill: the fire coursing through his veins when he marched towards battle. There was an ancient magic there, perhaps...

I breathed deeply as I looked at the skirt in my hands. Looking up at the mirror, I found myself wondering how the hell I had ended up in this situation in the first place. ---------- I found my roommate on Facebook, which I'll admit can be a little sketchy, but I totally lucked out! He's very neat, does his dishes, and is genuinely a really chill guy. We've ended up talking in the kitchen till the early hours of the morn...

I laughed as I tackled him against the couch, pushing him against the cushions and trying to hold him in place while he wriggled under me. It had been my idea to "wrestle," by which I in fact meant play this dumb game where the first person to take the others socks off wins. It was clearly and shamelessly an excuse to have my face inches from his while our bodies were pressed together, but that doesn't mean I wasn't also...