#forlon days

[reidsweetener]

spencer and his bau!secret wife having a misunderstanding🥹

he still presses his lips to yours in greeting, a smile only reserved for you present on his face; yet it didn't quite reach his eyes.

you notice the changes to his demeanor; shifts you couldn't possibly ignore. you've shared a bed with him for five years, to be estranged with his emotions, and your heart drops. there was the ever present distance both of you choose to ignore, but the elephant in the room needs to be adressed.

you finish your night time routine, and shut off the bathroom light. quietly, you pad towards the bed, and you notice that he was facing the other side, barely acknowledging your presence. you slip under the covers, staring up at the ceiling— before you break.

tears pooling at the corners of your eye, you tried to contain the sniffle that followed. there was an overwhelming burst of emotions that gave you the false courage to finally ask. “spence?” you call.

immediately, he turns towards you, momentarily surprise at your tears and the forlon look you had. then he turned solemn, “what's wrong babe?” his voice wavers, throat welling up with emotions.

this was it, you both thought.

“do you not.. do you not love me anymore?” you whisper, looking at him with red rimmed eyes. the alienation, the silent treatment, the way you slowly drift away from each other day by day. you couldn't understand why, and there was that— that.. lipstick you saw on his collar from the other day, it was a smudge, but it was there.

he is cheating on you.

“what?” spencer stutters, “do you not love me anymore?” he asks, brow furrowing in confusion.

“don't ask me that, you're the one who's been distant.” you quip, lower lip wobbling.

“i thought.. you flinch when i try to be affectionate with you.” he was evidently hurt, “babe, you could barely look at me for too long.”

your sniffles halt, and so does his tears. “what do you mean? we barely even talk spence... we no longer sit down to have proper conversations. you've started taking the other car for work, aren't you—” pursing your lips, you breathe out shakily. “cheating on me?”

“oh, oh.. oh! i would never cheat on you! i love you, darling!” spencer adamantly denies. “fuck, i thought you were leaving me.. i thought you didn't like me anymore, that's why i tried to minimize my presence..” his arms snake around your waist, and you lean into his touch, shaking your head rapidly.

“i wouldn't. not ever.. b-but why are there lipstick stains on your collar?”

he tries to recall an incident where his collar may have been stained, and his eyes brightened. “emily! she was swatching lip colors with garcia, for a gift— and she fixed my skewed collar and tie. please, you can even ask her and garcia.” he swears, anxiety dwindling.

your mouth was agape, “so.. this is all just a big misunderstanding?”

“i'm afraid so.” he murmurs, sighing as if a heavy weight was lifted off his chest. “oh, i missed you so.” spencer cradles you, and your arms snaked around him, nuzzling your face in his chest.

“me too, honey.” you sniffle.

[mairablue]

Hi(^3^)/ I was wondering if you could write a story where mc meets Tauxolouve during a royal ball? Please add a bitter sweet ending. Thank you 💗

SCM- Department of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐ - Together For A Day

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon.💓 This is my first ever Tauxolouve fic, so please have mercy on my poor soul.🥺 I hope you enjoy reading this. ❤

You found yourself standing on the balcony. The moon shore brightly, illuminating the forest below. The cold wind brought shivers down your spine.

In this otherworldly atmosphere, your thoughts wandered through the meticulously tended gardens of the palace, before serenely descending into the captivating depths of the encompassing woodland. Nevertheless, the tranquility of your mind was abruptly disrupted by the delicate resonance of a refined yet resolute voice, gracefully guiding you back to the present moment.

" May I humbly inquire about the motive behind your isolation amidst these captivating surroundings?" The gentle articulation of this inquiry was directed towards you.

" I came here to get some fresh air." you answered.

" Then, i hope you do not mind me being here?"

A youthful gentleman gracefully approached, his presence exuding both strength and gentleness, as he stood beside you.

" I do not." you said. " What is your name? " you asked as your eyes wandered off into the forest.

" Tauxolouve." he answered. " ( Name)" you offered your name in return. " Why weren't you dancing? Do you not like to dance? " he asked; his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

" I do. I just don't know anyone around here." you replied in a quiet voice, not willing to spare any more details.

" I see "

" Will you dance with me? ", he asked, extending his hand towards you, " I can be your friend, if you want? " he added with a smile.

His eyes held neither arrogance nor malice.

After some consideration you placed your hand in his and entered the ball room.

The talented musicians filled your heart with warmth and joy through their beautiful melodies, while numerous elegant couples gracefully glided across the dance floor, capturing your gaze. You exchanged a smile with Tauxolouve, who mirrored your gentle expression. Taking the lead, the two of you danced in perfect harmony with the rest of the couples, never separating from each other's presence.

The minutes flew by swiftly, without either of you realizing. He relished the time spent with you, and you also grew to appreciate his presence. The ordinary evening turned into a delightful one.

The melodies produced by the violins, harps, and pianos altered, resulting in the conclusion of that particular song.

The moon had risen high in the sky at midnight, and a sense of dread began to overwhelm you, compelling you to depart. Your face showed uneasiness, causing Tauxolouve, who had been closely studying your shifting expressions, to hesitate. He comprehended your feelings of despair.

" ( Name )", he said; his voice coming out as a wishper. " Will i ever see you again? " his eyes were solemn, there was a longing in his heart. " I don't know", you wishpered. You could no longer hold his gaze; those gentle brown eyes held a sadness which was unbearable to look upon.

Time was running out, you had to hurry. " Farewell my friend. " He held you hands one last time, softly placing a kiss on your knuckles. You put aside those forlone thoughts and met his gaze one last time. He put on his best smile, as if to say, he was grateful to have met you.

" Farewell." you said.

The door opened and you quickly slipped out.

[lospalatoredinuvole]

These days, I'm way too lonely I'm missing out, I know These days, I'm way too alone

Lil Nas X - THATS WHAT I WANT

[cutegirlmayra]

I love your classic prompts. Can I request classic Amy chasing Sonic like normal wanting to spend time with him only for her to try a new strategy. She purposefully starts ignoring him hoping he notices her absense and chases her instead. Classic doesn't notice at first bur does figure out her ploy. He does find himself missing their usual game of chase. He finds her forlone in Tails workshop and seeing her upset decides to play along with her game to cheer up.

(Art is not owned to me, please support the official artist! (x) This is where I found it.)

Due to a hiccup in my Prompt sorting, I was in dire need of a N.270 replacement and I needed it to be a Classic Sonamy prompt.

You're the lucky winner XD

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN, DON'T SEND ANY, THEY CLOSED! This ain't no 24/7/11, you dig? lol

Prompt:

The dry dust sprang up with every powerful but small foot fall of our classic, rosy-cheeks Amy. With a small smile on her face, it was slowly dropping to a look of effort.

Sonic, sporting his typical youngster look, tucked in his arms to run faster before eyeing the pink hedgehog behind him.

He watched as she ducked her head down and tried to charge with the last of her reserved stamina, but it wasn't going to be enough, and he knew that.

He kept watching a moment, wondering about things, before looking up at the sky to see that this was about the time she gave up and went to get something to eat.

He skidding around a bend and then, took off with only a fading blur of blue, a streak of light that perfectly began to blend into the afternoon, azure sky as he seemed to launch off and fly over the ramps of their world.

Amy slowly caught her breath and at the same time, began to come to a complete stop.

With her small heart beating rapidly and her excitement all but spent, she bent over to grip her knees and just allow her body to stabilize from such a run.

'He looked back at me, that time.' she said with such sweet hope in her thoughts, bursting with young love and some confidence.

She looked up and placed a hand up on her forehead to block the beautiful sunrays and get a better look at how many miles he had traveled through the air. "Hmm..." She tightened her lip, "I'll have to catch him in... ehmm... two days time!" she concluded, dusting off her hands and heading back.

She really didn't have an issue with staking out again with her binoculars, but she decided to pitstop at Tails's place for some R&R in the sun. It was there that she went to the beach, dipping her ankles in the sand to keep them put and having the waves lightly sink the rest of her legs deeper into the sand while she laid and soaked up the rays.

"You still planning on chasing him all over again, Amy?" Tails innocently asked as he was working on his favorite plane.

When did he ever just... not work on it?

But Amy understood, just laughing, "Why don't you ever stop fixing that biplane of yours?" she teased, "It's love, Tails. Pure, uncorrupted, and untainted love~" she put down her reflective surface she had to get a tan on her muzzle to place her hands together and up by her cheek. She grew sleepy... so she easily laid her head on her hands as a pillow of sorts, resting.

"Hmm..." Tails shrugged, thinking about it. "Well, I have a lot of things I could tune up on it. I don't just fix the engine every day..."

Her eyes sprung open.

She shot up from the sand with small particles of itself flying out as though the Little Mermaid on the rock with a splash as her big finish.

"That's it!" Amy was spirited to renewed life, charging up towards the house. "I need a new angle!" her small, high-pitchy voice was juiced with enthusiasm again.

Tails looked back to see her running into the old plane that they called home and shrugged, getting back to his craft. (Sonic OVA location)

In two days, Amy had sown and made a beautiful red dress with a white stripe around it, letting it hoop out, and wore sunglasses to look 'too cool' as well as a purse and boa to look 'out of your league.' (A callback to the Sonic Offical Classic Amy Meme for Sonic Mania)

She walked with one hand on her hip and the other swaying a bit up and out, looking like she had places to go and people who demanded pictures of her for their editorial debut.

She walked up and down the zone, ready to present her scripted lines with an actress's ease, and have that boy crawling after her by her heels.

But in this case, she wore boots with a white-striped line up them, high and mighty, and made sure her beautiful headband that replaced her rascally tied scarf around her head, tossing out the fashionless rebel with a cause for a high-class, ride-or-die lady looking for some places to blow some rings on.

When Sonic finally walked by, her pace was flawless but her sunglasses lowered and her mouth formed an 'o' in her surprise that he showed up. 'Sonic..!!!' her eyes sparkled but she shook her head, pushing up her sunglasses and going right back into her swing of her pre-developed girly hips.

He stopped only because the reflection of her sunglasses blinded him a moment and he put his hands up to his face, shaking his head, "H-hey, watch it, lady! What are you, in competition with the sun..?!" He removed his hands to suddenly see her highlighted by the very rays of that which wanted to compete with her, her delicate blinks with her long, mascara-eyelashes flapped like birdwings on either side of her masked eyes, covered by the sunglasses she only slightly lowered to look coquettish. "Oh... Uh... A-Amy?" he leaned back and looked a bit amazed he could recognize her, but then also, formed a confused look in his narrowed brows at the sudden transformation. "What are you doing here..? Like... that?" he didn't know what to point to first, so he just looked up and down with his eyes, then pinpointed every change with the rapid darting of his eyes as he processed the new look.

"Staring will cost you extra." she batted the lowest quill on her left side, starting her attitude adjustment.

"...Huh?" He raised one eyebrow, then stood up straight and folded his arms,... he seemed to have already figured out something was amiss here... "Come again?" He tapped his finger to his elbow, 'Is she really trying, here?' he couldn't help but think back to when she played cute and innocent, trying to win this very attention in a--not so pompous--way.

'She was practically begging me before, now, what's this? Demanding it?' he scoffed in his head, before she did something he'd never expect.

"I've been doing the whole 'dating you' thing for far too long, Sonic The Hedgehog." she fanned her hand out and walked over to him to swipe her head dramatically away.

He watched her dismissive hand and then remained silent, wondering where the heck she was going with this.

'Dating?' he seemed to have been completely unaware that's what she thought of her 'chases'. To be honest, he passed through here more frequently simply because he thought she was still training to be stronger and faster to come on adventures with him without worry of being kidnapped or seen as a Damsel in Distress... but now, it started to register this was her way of 'flirtily pursuing him'.

He knew she was flirty, but for real?

"It's about time I started to run my own track, and unfortunately, I just don't have the... particular mood for racing after celebrities anymore." she dug into her purse and swiped out a dust-feather, tickling his nose with it as he tried to fight the sneeze but did anyway.

"Think of me often, will you?" she tossed him a staged hankerchief as though he was 'crying' over losing her, when really, she purposefully made him sneeze.

He caught the handkerchief and just looked at it as though this was the strangest interaction he had ever had.

"Now, wait just a Sonic second-" he held the handkerchief on his pointer finger and spun it around, lifting a toe up to show he wasn't too phased before she started to walk away again.

"...Amy?" his head shot back to her as the handkerchief fell softly to the ground in his surprise that she completely ignored him. He had a comeback, "Aren't... you gonna stick around to hear me out?" It was everything she needed to hear to take a deep breath of that empowering air and leave this boy wanting more.

She didn't leave him any time to comment.

She only stopped for a brief moment to bask in that glory of what a sweet sound it was to hear the man of her dreams pleading for her attention this time.

She just gave him a another condensing look over her shoulder, as if she was saying she could do better, and was worth more than what she was originally getting out of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," She dipped her glasses down, and loosened up her jaw a bit, "Did you say something?"

The look on Sonic's face was priceless, it was utter shock at her defiance to turn around and give him anything at all.

-"Hit Me with Your Best Shot" starts playing, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=serV18MirGg-

She pushed up her sunglasses, confident at last she had got him.

When she turned around, she was smiling so nervously, blushing like crazy,... as Sonic turned his head to try and process the strange power-struggle that had just happened.

For a few days, he refused to give her any attention, and she did the same. In passing, he'd narrow his eyebrows and lift his nose up high in the air, lowering his eyelids as though to entreat her with a 'smolder' but she just shot back a hard, cheeky bat of her eyes before walking away with a stride and sway of her hips.

He looked away with a 'tsk' that he was yet again being refused... he denied it was rejection, Sonic doesn't get rejected, he rejects you!

And... he didn't have the heart... to keep this going for so long.

Finally, he had striven past her as she was on the beach, minding her own business and acting like she didn't even see him. But right when he groaned and headed into the plane, she sharply looked back and put her bundled hands up to her muzzle. 'He looked at me! Was that longing? Frustration? Awww~! Sonic!' her little tail wiggled in her silent squees. 'If only you knew how much I wanted to give into you~ But I've never gotten this kind of attention from you before! It's... Ohhh! It's so exciting, b-but... from afar...' she looked at her pinic and sandwitch, imagining when they used to do that... together.

'Sonic's stubborn...' she concluded, picking up a plasticbag with a sandwitch in it and taking it out. 'It's... awfully lonely... don't you feel that way, too,... Sonic?' she gave a hoplessly devoted look back to the plane... longing... yearning for something to give...

-"Hopeless Devoted To You" starts playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-3NvDp28U4-

Sonic kicked the inside of the plane, folding his arms and looking away before unable to resist taking a peek and climbing up to peer out the window with his little toes pushing up on the side of the plane.

Amy was sitting forelorned... eating her food on the beach.

The water sparkled like a curvy train that kept moving past her... she still rivaled the sun... even from the back...

His furrowed and angled brows suddenly softened at seeing her so alone...

"Sonic?" Tails's voice chipped in.

It startled him, as for a moment, he was vulnerable.

He jumped down and dusted himself off, "Yeah, what, Tails?" he tried to look as though he was bouncing everything off, but when Tails flew up to peek out the window, he smiled, flying back down.

"You know, she's doing this to get you to spend at least... some more time with her... instead of just running away, right?" He put his hands behind his back, ducking his head down cutely and sweetly as though to come off less prying to Sonic. "Maybe... you could just sit down and talk with her a bit... that might make it easier on both of you, yeah?"

"Easier? You asking me to give in and lose to her... her... her whatever she's calling this ruse?" He tossed a hand out and waved it up at her attitude, pouting now at her resistence.

"Hmm... N-no... But maybe you could remind her why she started chasing after you in the first place?" Tails raised a suggestive finger up, hoping to inspire him.

"... Get Eggman to make another Metal Sonic again?" Sonic was planning to stage yet another lie to rescue her and get back his station with her again.

"...No." Tails cut that down right away. "Let's not go through THAT again... I meant, I don't know,... flowers?"

"Flowers?" Sonic accusingly looked to him.

"Yeah! Girls like those things!" Tails cheerfully stated.

Sonic looked down, thinking...

Tails decided to try a different approach, sighing, and being a bit more sensitive... even if Sonic didn't seem to want that... maybe... he just had a hard time talking about his feelings?

"You think she pushed you aside, huh?" Tails looked up to the window again, "But she's been just as bummed out about the standstill as you have been, Sonic..."

Sonic slowly raised his head up, ... and to keep his cool, he only looked at the window Tails was glancing at through the corners of his eyes...

"She really does miss you... and I've seen you look back behind you as you've seen her walk by... and I can tell you miss her chasing you too. You both want the same attention, but you're... you're both not really willing to admit it..." he closed his eyes with a smile. "I don't know what's going on with you two, exactly, but I can tell you're both sad when you ignore each other... So... why not just stop the hurting and sit down with her? It's not like your giving in, you know? It's more like..." He looked towards where his plane was... "...A tune-up."

Sonic's eyes bent back, he needed to hear that speaking to Amy first wasn't a defeat... but a way to make things right.

Without a word of thanks... he just looked down and then smirked, seeming to renew his spirits and sped out to meet her.

Tails frowned a little, looking out after him and lowering his head, "Your welcome... I hope it helps." he then laughed, gripping his stomach, "Haha! Who knew Sonic was such a sap?" he then opened his eyes to show they were shriveled up in fright, "I hope he didn't hear that..." he whispered, almost terrified, and looked back to plug his mouth and quickly waddle away.

The plane might echo, somewhat...

Sonic sped over and skidded into laying comfortably next to Amy, who gasped in absolute delight, before trying to go back to her little pretend and brushing down the sandwitch crumbs from her dress and prepping her quills.

"...Hey." She looked away and closed her eyes, acting too good for him again.

"...Sup." Sonic opened one lazy eye to her...

She waited... and he smirked.

She looked back and his cheeky smile along with his eyeing her was gone, "You're... just resting?" she asked.

"...Got hungry." he admitted, reaching into the pinic basket. After reaching around for a bit, his heart jumped as he pulled out a wrapped chilidog.

He looked it over, then slowly looked up to Amy as though an apology.

She had been waiting for so long... for him to chase after her for a change.

"...This for me?"

She swiped it out of his hands.

"Hey!" he spread out, "That's mine!"

"Is it?" she gave him a teasing look and then raced away, "I made it, I eat it!"

"Oh? Is that it?" He got up in a runner's stance, "I'll race you for it!" he declared.

"You can take it if you think you're smart enough to get it!" she put it behind herself, sticking out her tongue with a wink.

He charged after her and tackled her lightly to the ground, the two laughing as Amy held up the chilidog as though away from him. "You're gonna smush it!"

But really... he was squishing her small, cute new self into a happy, relieved hug...

He was never after the chilidog...

(AWWWWWWWWW MY HEARTTTTTT, it's been so long since I've written these cuties who can't express themselves or communicate functionally at all T-T was also listening to this too xD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-JPzJtufRo “Without Love”)

[born-for-eachother]

Hi and welcome to my Ted Talk about Inuyasha’s expressions here!!!!

Kagome’s tearful smile as she looks down at the man she loves is everything to me but there’s just something about Inuyasha’s face that hits me hard with the feels. We see that Inuyasha is not wearing a smile when he initially pulls her out of the well. To be frank, he looks quite sad here. Sad because he’s spent the last three years without the love of his life that lives 500 years into the future. When we learn that Inuyasha had went to the well every t h r e e days, there’s no doubt in my mind that he probably bore a similar expression, perhaps even worse, with more angst. He missed her so damn much, even going as far as telling Miroku that he loves Kagome and telling Kaede that he needs her. But in both instances he also mentions that other people love and need her too. Inuyasha was happy that she was safe on her side of the well, he put her well-being above his own and while he acknowledges these feelings he has toward her, he refuses to act selfishly and think that he’s the only one who matters in her life. As much as Kagome reassured him that he’s worthy and she’ll always stay by his side, I think there’s a part of Inuyasha that thinks that he isn’t worth coming back to; let alone permanently. Despite all this, he *still* waited for her, was holding out hope that she’d return to him and was relying on fate to prove that they really were born to be with one another. Fate obviously didn’t disappoint Inuyasha and low and behold, Kagome returns. His face just screams “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you??” And I think that’s why Kagome apologizes to him and asks if he was waiting. I think his forlon expression spoke his silent question to her. She’s right in front of him, he’s holding her up, holding her hand tightly to his but he’s processing...not quite ready to match the elation that Kagome bares. Still processing the fact that she chose him, and seems to be in awe. He actually doesn’t smile until Miroku, Sango, Shippo and the children show up and again while carrying Kagome on his back. I will never change my mind on the fact that Inuyasha probably had the harder time with the separation; solely based on how he called Kagome ‘his home.’ He was essentially without a home for 3 years and I think that’s another reason why he looks so sad in that picture. It was PAINFUL. This is the same guy who misses Kagome just hours after she goes through the well. His voice even cracks when he asks her what she’s been doing all this time. He just wears a somber look or a sad look the whole time they’re reuniting and it breaks my heart. Sidenote: When he kept going to the well every three days, he did NOT catch her scent. I just think about that and it is even more unfortunate because he was going off of NO leads (but still went) whereas here, he does catch her scent.

[vivifrage]

15 + 33 on the new prompt list pwease with anyone you want

Ooh spicy combo.

15. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation again.

33. I’m still here.

(Let's do that fun AU where Herrah's around to take in the sibs. Which I guess could be viable with a couple of the endings?)

There were some days her children haunted her, hung around like forlon spirits.

Hornet disguised it, strode by her side and helped with her queenly duties as if she had no ulterior motivations at all. Which, it had been hard to get her daughter to step back, godsblood calling her to claim her territory, but her relief of having Herrah back had been palpable.

Ghost acted downright childish about it. They were an odd one, sometimes as stoic and serious as their clutchmate, sometimes as goofy as any other child. Herrah theorized it was because they were just learning about the childhood they'd lacked and, unlike their siblings, had no compunctions about what being grown up meant. She was still happy to carry them around.

Hollow, of course, never said a thing about it either way. They just loomed. They debatably played their part as knight, hand grasping for a nail they lacked, though Herrah was more than capable of defending herself and they knew it.

Every time, at the day's end, she would reassure them that she wasn't going anywhere. Hornet, at least, said she knew. The Vessels didn't, or couldn't, react.

Today, though, all three had been tailing her to some degree or another. And, as the day drew to an end, she bid the resident Devout goodnight and led her children to the living room.

"You three stay here," she told them, and went off in search of the silk closet.

She couldn't really see the surprise on their faces when she came back with an armful of sheets and pillows, extra blankets piled on her back, but she heard the small noise Hornet made. She shooed them to the side and dumped it all on the floor, humming as she turned the haphazard pile into something resembling a nest. Ghost, after a moment, stepped in to try and help, while the other two sat there dumbfounded.

Once it looked properly cozy, she settled down in the center, accepting Ghost into her lower arms. She gestured for the other two. "Come here, you know I don't bite."

Obediently, Hollow and Hornet sat beside her. Hollow leaned into her side while she wrapped an arm around Hornet, running the back of her claw up and down the girl's arm.

She sighed, long and heavy and tired. "I know I talk to you about it on your own. I talk to you all about it a lot.

"But what does it do? You've all lived in such a lonely world. People never stuck around. Nobody was there for you."

She kissed Hornet as her daughter stiffened. Then Ghost, then Hollow, who both leaned into the way her fur brushed them.

She took a deep breath to at least try not to choke up, and continued, "I keep telling it to you because for fuck's sake, how many decades of isolation do I have to counter? Centuries? But I'm here now. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. You ask anyone in the village about how stubborn Herrah the Beast can be."

She laughed the way one does right before the tears fall. "I'm still here. Okay? Mama's got you."

They spent the night in the nest, secure in each others' arms.

[kurtty-drabbles]

Postwoman au (part 10)

N/A: The aftermath of the discovery and bonding moment. I guess

@dannybagpipesarecalling @tieflingteeth @muninandhugin​

Meggan Puceanu is a succubus, a fact no one is stupid to ignore, however, Succubus are more than- as the media love to portray them- "attractive people who like sex" because their powers are never speculated throughout the media.

Meggan is hovering through the flooring-bare foot as her hair is growing and glowing- with a mug safely hold in her hand. "Good morning, Captain Crunch" waving with a free hand to Brian who looks drowsy as his only open eye glare at Meggan, and some words are exchanged.

"Funny" Brian states and rests his head on the table again.

Meggan studies his form. His sleeping sounds are cute, in a way. "Did I overdue?"

Brian makes a negative sound, only a British could pull this off. "No, I´m always this lazy on Sundays, don´t worry"

Meggan accepts this response only after Brian lifts his head to show his face. Healthy but still very much drowsed. The man yawns 2 times and slowly lowers his head and rest.

"This is a fine morning, you can´t be that lazy!" she jokes and offers a nice cup of coffee.

"It´s our free day. It´s our right to be lazy" Brian pipes in looking at the aforementioned coffee with some disdain and curiosity. "Your hair is glowing, does it means something magic is going on?"

Meggan´s lips are thin line. Her eyes wandering to the small kitchen to make sure no goblins are listening. Once her eyes scan all the interior, no signal of goblins listening for now. "Remember when that fellow arrived here to help us with vampires?"

Brian lifts his lips as his blue eyes are confused. "Uhm, we dealt with vampires all the time. Blade even help us one time, care to be more specific"

"Oh, right. I forget...we really dealt with an infestation of vampires lately. I´m talking about Nightcrawler, do you remember him?" Meggan explains as she stops hovering the flooring.

"Oh, that blue man...can I say blue man?" Brian is not sure if the blue man is a slur or not. "Yeah, I vaguely remember him...I forget his name. Why?" Brian can feel his sleepiness leaving his body as Meggan is holding the mug with her two hands.

"He´s an old God. A God of destruction and punishment..." Brian´s eyes widen and Meggan giggles at that. Brian can make cute reactions even if is not related to her feeding.  "I think is funny because it´s sort similar to our relationship...I´m a succubus, I´m dangerous. And he seems to be fond of a mortal woman"

Brian blinks again. "Ok, you´re talking about that petite woman who hogged all the coffee while she was here?" Brian remembers Kitty Pryde, if not for her love for coffees, then it was her dedication and efficiency in the mission. "Kitty Pryde, right? Why bring her and Nightcrawler on this lazy Sunday morning?"

"He´s an old god with a soft spot for her...Brian, soon enough, they´ll be our next case"

"Oh...what we do with a god of destruction and punishment wanting to be with a mortal?"

"I´m thinking more if she´ll have his children...it happened before" she almost giggles at his expression. "Not with me, silly, but he slept with a mortal in the 50´s and it results in a demigod"

Brian hummed in agreement.

"If they stay together..."

"Meggan, honey, it´s a lazy Sunday, let´s not think about demigods."

"Fine, but I call dibs if she ended up preggo"

"Uhm, not sure if it works like that"

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Kitty Pryde took a license for a few days. Technically speaking, Kitty has the right to take a few days offs, however, no one is faulting for wanting to extend those days thanks to her latest mission-which everyone is notified of such happenstance involving Kitty and the boss- so, now, Kitty Pryde is watching the pouring rain hitting the window of her apartment.

Doug Ramsey materialized in the apartment donning with Latveria´s robes. Holding an award signal by King Doom. "Hey, Kitty, how are you?"

Kitty looks up at him. Forlon eyes stare at hopeful blue eyes. No response was given.

"Right, uhm, a bad day at the job can cause you emotional scars" Doug takes some cards and starts to speak. "You´re sensational, don´t forget that, kiddo"

Kitty brow frowned as Doug continues to read motivational lines. "Doug, what are you doing?"

"Reading things to cheer you, up"

"Doug, what the fuck?"

"Hey, you did the same thing when Dylan broke up with me...we´re both socially awkward"

And Kitty laughs at this admission and tears follow from her eyes. Once her breathing normalizes, the woman speaks. "Oh My God, that´s so true"

"Yep, we´re such turtles"

"No, you´re a turtle...and I´m not even sure what this means"

"Feeling better?"

"A little"

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Kurt Wagner was presenting his case, well, rehearsal his last case, when the portal opens to reveal one Kitty Pryde shyly stepping in. "Can we talk?" she notices the papers. "unless you have something else to do...the harpy trials was last month...right?"

Kurt looks at the papers and nods without care. "It´s not important...if you want to talk, we can talk" Kurt delegate his papers to the desk without minding where it lands.

"Look, I..." she takes a deep breath to dive into such troublesome conversation and thoughts. "I saw what you did in the past, those things haunted me...and I want to know why are you here? Working as Krampus is atonement or it´s something else?"

Kurt didn´t blink. His yellow eyes are too glowing. "It was a long and complex story, the rundown version is that...my followers forsake me, time and beliefs morphed into something I couldn´t give" he explains scratches his neck bemused.

"So...there´re people who enjoyed seeing that" Kitty chuckles humorlessly. " Ok, I can see that...and it was awful"

"I turned into Krampus to adapt the modern times. I turned into Krampus to compensate for what I did"

"And...?"

"And...I never shy away from my past. I know what I´m...and I should have told you, but, I´m ancient ...thought my past is not relevant"

"You should have told me...I was there, you know"

Kurt looks away. Kitty comes closer to meet him half-way. "it was an emergency"

"NO!" Kitty points her fingers at Kurt. "It was laziness or fear on your part. You had time to braid my hair, could have spare some time to tell me WHAT I could find and WHO would be there"

Kitty closes her eyes. She must continue. "I saw a side of you...I wasn´t prepared to see and what hurts the most is that...you didn´t want to tell me...no, maybe what hurts the most is that I thought you should tell me..."

Kurt opens and closes his mouth a few times, until, he finds the words. "I was selfish...I thought I could keep you ignorant about my past even when is impossible, can you forgive me?"

She looks up at him. She looks down and up. Until she finally speaks. "I can´t forgive you quickly...is a healing process...it helps if you tell me more about you, the person I´m seeing now...not the vengeful God I saw in the past"

"I like ice cream and love dogs" Kurt summarize his two favorite things. "Also, I´m a great acrobat"

"Really?"

"Really!"

[whumpsblog]

for another command, I want to see Connor allow Hanna to leave if she wants to and treat her like a normal person, but at the same time I want Hanna to not be able to leave as a command and watch her freak out that she can’t take the opportunity to leave like she wants to >:)

A prompt from @eatyourdamnpears. Man, talk about an emotionally brutal prompt! Thanks Carly for the continuing support and the wonderfull prompt! Please, keep ‘em comming! The events in this prompt DO NOT occurs in the actual plot.

Tag List: @bloodandbandages, @broken-horn, @eatyourdamnpears, @butwhatifyouwrite, @justplainwhump. If anyone wants to be added to the list or removed, contact me.

>> CW: panic attacks<<

Guards collected Hanna from her room and imediatly she assumed they were taking her to the basement for another . . . disciplinary session. She fought back, thrashing and kicking and biting and bucking, but their grasps on her arms held tight.

“Can you stop fighting us!” The guard protested. “Please! Just calm down! We’re not going to hurt you.”

Hanna refused and continued to fight back harder. With an anguished scream her hands started glowing. In truth it didn’t matter if they were taking her to the dungeon or not. Conner was more that willing to torture or humiluate her in any of the rooms in the mansion, be it the kitchen, living room, garden, or master bedroom. 

She could feel her hands as they glowed brighter and warmer, and as they did so the guards vocallize their concerns.

“Her hands!” Said the one guard panicked.

“I know! I see!”

“Can we knock her out?” 

“Conner said not to hurt her!”

‘He probably told them that beacause he wants me in prime torturing condition.’ She thinks to herself.

Behind her back she shoots a beam of light and hears the lound sound of shattering glass behind her. She releases another and this time, it’s followed by the sound of splintering wood and heavy falling objects. She keeps going. 

“SHE’S DESTROYING THE ROOM!"

“Just shut the hell up and do your job! We’re almost --”

Hanna releases a blast from her left hand and it catches the guard on her left in the stomach. He gets blasted away from Hanna, and she uses her free hand to blast away the guard on her right. It wasn’t her strongest attack, but it managed to push them both back about ten yards. It doen’t give her much time, but it would have to do.

She sends it down the hallway, not knowing where she’s going, but running none the less. At the end of the hall she gets to the elevator and once inside she punches the button with a “G”. Impatiently, she yells at the doors when they don’t close fast enough, and then blasts both of guards back again to ensure that their arms don’t prevent the doors from closing. The the doors finally close with a chime she hits the floor breathing hard and out of breath. On the other side of the elevator door the two guards can be heard yelling and pounding on the metal with their fists.

She sighs. She did it. She got away from the guards. Now all she had to do was get out of the elevator and run. She was fast and nimble and if she booked it to the woods she could probably disappear and find a town nearby. There had to be a town nearby, right? She shook her head. It didn’t matter if there was a town nearby or not. She would walk until she stumbled across something, and from there get situated. First thing on the list was food, then money, followed by proper cloths. Currently she wearing gym shorts and a white tank top. She’s illlprepared for the woods and she knows that she’s going to be spending the next couple days  cold, wet, covered in scratches, and hungery.

The elevator hits the ground level floor and she stops moving. She picks herself up off of the floor and when the doors open and she peaks outside cautiously. Apparently the “G” button didn’t stand for ground, but instead garage, because she finds herself standing in an empty three car garage. It was dead silent in the garage, and from the looks of it there weren’t any cameras either.

‘Change of plans. Steal a car and fuck walking in the woods.’ 

Hanna jumps into the blue Jaguar and inspects the steering colum. With most old cars one could rip open the steering column and expose the wires underneath. But newer cars posed a small challenge, and required screwdriver and some dismantling. She checked and found that she indeed needed a screwdriver. 

‘Shit.’ She hated wasting time but risking three minutes now could save her massivley in the long run. Jumping out of the car she starts searching the garage quickly and frantically for a flathead. She finds an old toolbox and digs though it loud enough and long enough to not notice the elevator as they open.  

Screwdriver in hadn Hanna turn and jumps when she sees Conner. She drops the screwdriver and it clangs to the ground, and she aims two glowing hands his way. So far every time Hanna attempted to escape Conner managed to stop her. But this time would be different. This time she was well rested, fed, and had plenty of light in the room to form several decent attack. 

Her hands start glowing and she drops to body defensivley. “You’re not going to stop me this time.” She growls. “My time here, is over.”

Conner frowns and though her desperatly wants to retort with some cheeky comment, he refrains. Instead, he extracts the keys to the blue Jauguar from his coat pocket and gives them a tight squeeze to steady his trembling rage. He looks down to the ground and closes his eyes. Everything his parents ever taught him goes against what he’s about to do.

With angry and forlon expression he averted gaze from Hanna and walks to the driver’s side of the car. He sticks the key in the ignition and starts the engine.

“The nearest town from here is south about fifty miles, so when you pull out of here take a left and keep going straight.” He stands up and watches her watching him with her glowing hands still raised. She didn’t trust him at all, and she was right to. He had held her against her will, humiluated her, tortured her, and starved her. And though he knew he couldn’t make up for his actions, he hoped giving her freedome would help offset some of his sin. “If you open up the engine you should be able to get there in twenty minutes, and from there its another two hours to the closest large city.”

He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. “This baby gets seventy miles to the gallon because its half electric, and it only takes about forty dollars to fill the tank. Here’s all of the cash I have on me. It’s not a lot but it should be enough for you to buy a one way plane ticket to anywhere within the states.” He places three hundred dollars in cash in the glove compartment and then walks to the front of the car. “I would give you my card but then I’ll have to report you for stealing it, and then the police will get involved. Which I’m assuming isn’t something you want.” 

Hanna watches and listens to him, but she can't seem to comprehend his actions and words. “What - what are you doing?” She asks.

His brown eyes meet hers and Hanna is startled by the pain and anger within them. “I’m helping you.” He says.

Hanna powers down and her arms drop to her sides. She’s still on guard, but she feels that his confession is genuine. A horrible feeling bubbles in her chest and stomach and she fights against it.

"You're free.” He continues. “Go. Find your friends. Get your family back. It's over. I’m letting you go." He hits a button on the side of the wall and the garage door behind the Jauguar rolls back loundly. 

She still doesn’t understand. ‘Her captor had bought her. He liked torturing her. So why in the world, after only a week of possessing her, was he letting her go.’ Hanna continues to stand there stunned. She’s never seen this part of him before and for some reason it’s making her. ‘Was this a trap?’

“Go!”

Hanna jumps like a startled dog being scolded, but instead of moving towards the vehicle, she takes a step away from it. The bubbling feeling in her belly builds, rises to her chest, and squeezes at her heart. The feeling is all to familular and she realizes with horror that she’s having a panic attack. Just like when she was a little girl and a prisoner at Syrtex.

‘But, why on earth was she panicking? This was it! This was her moment. She was so close! All she had to do was jump in the car and drive. So why was she panicking? What triggered her?’ She takes another step backwards and when she bumps into the toolbox it clanks loudly, which startles her even more.

“Hanna?” says Conner with concern in his voice.

Hanna laces her fingers behind her neck and tucks her head into her chest in a desperate attempt to calm herseld down. Closing her eyes, she tries to determine the trigger so that she can stop the attack.

“Hanna?” Conner slowly advances on Hanna and though he’s multiple feet away and not threatening her, she backs away. She breaths harder and harder, unable to draw air, and unable to calm her racing heart. Hanna wraps her arms around her head and slides down the face of the tool chest. Small whimpers escape through her weazy shaky breaths. 

Conner’s kneels before her alarmed and with wide brown eyes that are looking for her face. He’s never seen her like this before, not even during their disciplinary sessions. This side of her was completely new to him. “Hanna what is it?” He reaches out to rub her back. “What’s wrong?” His hand touches her and the physical contact causes Hanna to snap.

A sudden burst of light explodes outwards from Hanna’s core and the force it knocks Conner several feet backwards and onto his back. The lights in the room flicker as her rolls onto his side and looks up at her. He still has no idea whats going on.

With her head still pressed into her knees Hanna’s claws and pulls and her hair. Her whole body is glowing faintly and the sight is something Conner has never seen before.

“You need to get away from me.” she moans.

Conner doesn’t get any closer to Hanna, but he fixes himself so he’s sitting upright. “No. Hanna, I’m not -- ”

She cries and releases another surge of uncontrollable power. This one pushes  Conner, who had been kneeling infront of her, backwards again violently. On the ground he flips over so he’s on his stomach and looking up at Hanna.

She’s looking down at him with green teary eyes that are wide and terrified. “Please. Just. Go.” She begs with a broken voice.

The desperation in her voice convinces him to move back and give her more space. He moves to the elevator and remains sitting there patiently until it’s over, refusing to leave her alone in this condition. 

>>Master List for The Story of Hanna Light<<

[coleenthecameleon]

Darling, I'm standing at the edge, bare and naked, naked because I have been stripped off lies, and barely hanging on to life. There are drops of cherry red wine down my arms, drip dropping towards the chalace of my salvation. Like gravity has turned upside down, and I am on the right side up, just flowing, freely, bare and naked, before you. You were as pale as the phantom I've imagined, who've lain by my side in a thousand arabic nights, and I thirst for you till I all dried up. I've always imagined how the end will be for the two of us, thought it'll be in whispers, till we're bought are lifted away by the winds, and scattered somewhere far where the echo of our lost will never reach us, or in screams, with plates flying over our heads, the breakage will corrupt our hearts until we deteriorate, until theres nothing left but our promises. I never thought this will end in madness, with every flicker of my eyes, as the world passes by, I close them and open, in a chronic pattern, till minutes turn to hours and hours turns to days, and in those lonesome times, you becon to me, I have laid with you, and its unreal- I think I made you up inside my head. I think I wanted you more than I've wanted death. But death was my mistress, and I will always stand in between these lines, half of my glowing with life, but on foot out in total darkness.  I'm falling again, fast and freely, till I crash down to the ground, all limbs and broken, just laying there, unable to move, stoic, merciless. A tear drop rolls over my cheek, and another, till it's a full stream, and I look up there darling, and it was light all I see, the calls to me, and i'm a man starved and broken. It's turtore to see it within grasp but unable to reach it, to let it fill me in. I am in pieces, forlone, forgotten. I am the lady of midnight. I want to miss things, I want to miss people, I want to feel how utterly hopeless and embarassing I was, I want to face all the consequences of my actions and feel shame. I want to be battered and broken and I want to hurt myself because I dont know how else to make me feel something, I am numb and shameless, and unlovable. I want all the people I've been with to throw their stones and label me whore. I want to not enjoy these feelings but I feel like this is all I fucking deserve. I am so tired of this misery, so tired. I want nothing more but to end it. End my mothers pain and end my fathers wrath. End my sisters shame and end my step-moms desdain. End what people thinks is a lost cause, and end this conquest of nothingness. I want the forget the world, forgot everythings that keeps me breathing. I want to be as selfish as they think I am. I want all these blood to leave out of my body. im numb to the core. So fucking numb, and stupid and I dont deserve good things, in life, the more I want something, is the more I am starved from it.

coleenthecameleon

[magallanes666-blog]

"The unexpected outcome"

Life is not permanent, but it is temporary. Just like happiness and sadness, they are both temporary. You could not expect life to be as it as always because that is the nature of life itself. There are times when you think that certain moment or thing to be just the same for eternity but no, it will not be as what you expect it to be.

A good and ideal student gains lots of achivement inside and outside the school and I have my bragging rights to shout out to the world. I was once an honor student during my grader years. Outstanding as it was and very active in sports like baseball. I was the homer the team in every game, it is either we bag the championship or the first runner up, and not to mention I got lots of fans. Even teachers admired my skills and the expected me to become one of the most successful persons in the venture called life. Yes, i admit that was my life expectation to be the best and successful. I have full strong trust to my self that I will be successful just like Steve Jobs or even Henry Sy. It was easier for me to picture out that certain kind of success because I have the potential in me that is unquestionable.

As youngest in the family, I always get what I want. Most of my friends even call me "The child with the golden spoon" because they envy me everytime my parents and elder siblings brought the favorite toy I like or those branded T-shirts and jeans. Proud as I am, I also brag with what I have gotten l, but I shared my toys to them and I can see that they also wanted one just like mine. I have a lot of friends because of my status. I am not that rich for my parents were both in buisness and to tell you frankly they are both gain lots of profits because of their buisness and I am very proud because of that. They instill in my being the goodness of a person and they thought me on how to spend money wisely. I was the youngest they have that time. My dad was very proud of me because I perform best at school, and as a reward he asked me what I like and then he bought it for me. Thos times felt like I was the happiest child in the whole universe. I thought these things will last forever.

However, when I was eleven years old, I felt the forlon feelings of losing my dad. It was unpredicted and I was very crestfallen that time. He got nervous breakdown. I did not expect him to pass away that instantly considering the fact that I was only eleven. I still need to experience a little bit longer the presence of a father who guides and cares for you. But the man above took him away already. Due to to that I lose the track of my path, because that time I started vices, and all naughtiness of a child. I cut classes, drink liquors, did vandalisms and even smoke, and the worse is my actions have consequences. I failed my subjects and all because I did not know myself anymore. For sure, all of us were greatly affected with what happened to my father because even our buisness was bankrupt that we can tag as "from riches to rags"

Not even once did it crossed in my mind to be a nasty one who does opposite things to what I was before. From an honor student to a failure. How pathetic I was! I never expect my life to be this miserable and poor, so to ease all those pains away and forget those things even just for minutes; I found smoking as an excuse . Yes, it offers me three minutes to finish a stick of cigarrate but it helps me forget my present life and it even relax my system. Each time I inhale thinking of the good times and exhale those bad times in my mind. It is known that it is bad for someone's health but for me it is okay because it makes me happy and problem free.

Smoking is a bad habit but I cannot quit because there is already a part in me that needs the smoke each day. I felt incomplete if I cannot smoke in a day. It feels like a great companion whom you can lean on anytime inside your pocket and gives you relaxation to your broodiness. Yes, it is bad to smoke but there is a positivity side in it. Smoking helps me clear my mind, calm my heart, and relax my being.

[maxwell472]

ALONE;

Alone

I always thought they had my back,

The only people who seemed to understand my life,

The warm smile on their face consoled my fragile heart,

With arms wide open they embraced my forlon art,

Who thought they could stab me in the back,

When each day they stood by my side,

They were the star that guided my path,

I was actually blinded by their untrue love, 

T…

[warriordreamer95]

The new opening for RWBY Volume 5 is called The Triumph. Credit goes to FlyntofRWBYNation for getting the official lyrics from Jeff Williams

Back to the fairytale Back to the show Back to the wall And there's nowhere to go

Hopeless and desperate All paths adverse Things looking bleak And they're bound to get worse

Helpless and doomed And there's no way to win Goals unachievable Faith running thin

Lost and forlon Impossible odds That's when you'll learn You've been messing with gods

Send in your grimm Tear off my limb Strike me with bolts of lightning I won't die

The battle seems unwinnable But all we need's a miracle We're going up We'll never be denied

Can't wish away the dismal days Can't bring back what is gone Won't waste more tears on yesteryears Instead we'll carry on

We'll win We're sure we will endure And though our goal is far We'll be the ones to touch the sun

The Triumph Will be ours

[junjunsjunskie-blog]

Zine of Forlon Days

By:junjunsjunskie Page 75 Day 108 "Lets end this freakin relationship!!" words that made my eyes open widely. How can a man like him say those stupid words? Did he even think the fact that I cant live without him? Well, I dont think so. To make everything clear today is 25th of month of love; February, exactly 16:18. As far as I remember im just sleeping peacefully when I suddenly woke up because of his voice saying those jaw dropping words. Hes not my boyfriend, how i wish i have one, well his my step father. Yes, hes my step father and hes calling a quit being a father of mine and a husband to my mom. Why?? "I found someone better" thats what he said. Will i stop him?? Ofcoarse not. Why will i push myself to someone whose not afraid to let me go. Day 109 "From now on, it's just the three of us." thats what my mom said. Guess what. its been only 2 freakin months ago but now shes with someone new. And by the way hes my third step father. My mom replace my dad and thats the reason for my dads death and mom replaced my step father and he found another one. "How could she do that?" those are the words repeating again and again every time she brought a new man. Page 76 Day 110. I finally found someone who is worth to love; I finally found someone who made my doleful world into a world of rainbows but im not that naive, I know everything is a lie. I admit it. Im a fool cause im making myself believe in those "happy ever after" thingy. The truth is, im just waiting for him to tell the truth, until this day come. "I said I Love you, but I lied", he said, and i give him an "i know" look. Im expecting my tears to fall down, but it doesn't maybe because I was hurt by my own family and that made me strong enough to handle this little things. Day 111 This is the first time that I will write something about my bestfriend because im always happy when im with him so theres no reason for writing those memories to this kind of diary full of sad moments , but everything goes upside down. He chose her 6 months of love over his 16 years of friendship. Why?? Because his manipulative girlfriend push him to make a decision. "your girlfriend or your bestfriend?!" thats what she said and suddenly he chose her so all i have to do is to accept the fact that he throw his one and only diamond to pick a dirty old stone. Day 112 "In the name of the father the son the holy spirit. Amen" those are the last word from the priest. What happened? Well, my mom died. Why am I not crying? I dont know, it's not that i dont love her it's just.... maybe because im used to it. I was always left by someone I love so theres nothing new this time. Day 113 Day before the graduation day. Will i attend the ceremony or not?? Maybe....... "excuse me, are this two papers are the only pages you got from her notebook??" after i finished reading it I immediately asked the two girls who got the two pages of Sabrina's notebook. We used to be bestfriend an Im willing to erase the "used to be" on that statement, that why im waiting for her before the graduation ceremony An hour passed but still theres no Sabrina in here so i decided to fo to her house. 30 minutes passed. time checked 9:47 am. Im here. Im her bestfriend so Im always using their back door. I easily entered their house and I run to her room as fast as I can and when I opened the rainbow colored door I really dont know what to feel, what to do and what to say. Am i goin to be happy cause finally, i see her again or i will begin to cry because I saw her with a rope tied on her neck and the other end is tied on her ceiling. Shes gone. My besfriend is gone. I call an ambulance and before I leave her room I noticed something; a notebook. "Page 78 When my bestfriend visit me tomorrow. Day 113 I will wait for him until 9:30 Im late couple of hours to the ceremony so maybe he will think to come and visit me, but if he will not..... I will end EVERYTHING" So im 17 minutes late?! Im 17 minutes late to save my bestfriend. If only I arrived earlier. If only. If only.

[ao3feed-giomis]

by lealemon

Giorno was curious and ready to follow his lover anywhere, because to be honest, the whole outing had been Guido Mista’s idea. The newspaper had been talking about the discovery of the new statue for days because of the scandalous historical background it had. And finally, the statue had been revealed. That was the exact reason why Giorno and Mista were here today, on the closing day to avoid meddling with the crowd.

  Mista and Giorno go to the Museum to see a certain statue, Giorno is fascinated, Mista turns into a storyteller.

Words: 3552, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista

Relationships: Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista

Additional Tags: Museums, references to mythology, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Humor, Fluff, Banter, guido mista loves books, Romance, Tragedy, mentions of penises

[human-antithesis]

Barren Earth - Spire

Lyrics:

In the accolades I rub my spirit raw In every crack regalia fester (golden scars to testify) A rolling gait Through plebs impassions one and all To subjugate and turn to power designs (battering minds) I feel encouraged by the threat That overhangs my rage Spurs me on to pierce the veil (regain the strides that drowned inside) Getting closer the source of an honor I believe that this is where the ire began Higher higher Cast into more than being Dire words Lashing me on Lawless, piercing through the echoing avarice Riding on the blackened waves forlon (Reflecting waves like broken shards) Introspective, anchored, malevolent Bleak resolve, all bets are open! Higher higher Cast into more than being Dire words Lashing up harrowing fiends Higher higher On the teeth of a raging sea Then immersed In the flash of a still forming spire (Loss) I've repaired this enclosure Mourned the loss of a notion For days and years (Years so low) Low was that world (world without will) Will all this silence be broken while (We live) (Ever long) I've repaired this enclosure (Wrath of the ocean) Battled the wrath of this ocean Around our isle Proud astride the grime-tressed mare I interjected And called the hordes to me All the while lacking the skill to lead Thus vexed I laid my scorn On bleating masses Swung the workhorse of despair Took the gallop towards the precipice (Loss) I've repaired this enclosure Mourned the loss of a notion for days and years (So low) Low was that world (world without still) Will rose higher devotion found (We lived) (Ever long) I've repaired this enclosure (Wrath of the ocean) And seen the wrath Of this ocean reform our fears (Downcast) Cast into more (more than mere will) Will all these shards remain broken still? (Lashing me on) On - Forlorn blackened waves On - Lashing me on On - Forlorn blackened waves On - Lashing me onto the spire

[peicesofyou]

Your embrace feels like rust.Worn out - and makes skin feels like embedding needles.Eyes are as calculating and pittless with no end as a hawk's-pushing you to the edge slowly and day by day you slowly loose perception of wether angst and tainted letters is what's the mediocore of normality.

Eye's peirce into mine.Ants crawls at my skin,cells melt off with acidity at your neglectance.A ticking clock with a purpose yet you only seem to move anti clock wise,Human emotions so forlon that being numb is the only way to go-Empathetic soft hands and an elegant poise feels like a distant dream.