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Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body barely rustled the sheets, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
Soul Burn: Death Amanda sat surrounded by a tableful of councilmen and traveling ambassadors. The only familiar face in the crowd was Logan, simultaneously conducting this meeting while watching over her. Her black clothes matched the bruises under her eyes. She cradled her face against the palms of her hands, hair falling limp against her cheeks. She didn't want to deal with this right now; their arrogant words, their pitying looks cast down upon her, their plans on what to do with him. Him. Just the thought of his name made tears spring up behind her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them well over.
"Well, he may have been a hero, but he didn't exactly have a clean history."
"...can't believe their going to build a memorial in his name."
"Ah, he's just a corpse now. Dead bodies don't deserve much-"
Amanda slammed her fist against the tab
Soul Burn: Choked "What were you fools thinking? Protecting women! Hah!" Laughter rolled out of this bastard, his chest shook with it. "Women aren't worth anything. Certainly not your lives."
Amanda turned her head to view the damage he had inflicted on her teammates. Garrett and Logan sprawled out in the dirt on the floor of this cave. Both were covered in their own blood and barely hanging on to consciousness. Gods damn it! I've lost track of Naz. This was not a situation she wanted to be in; two friends on the brink of death, one missing, and she herself looking this murderer in the eye.
Please Naz, please be alright. I'm going to need your help. Amanda forced herself up off the ground, gritting her teeth. She was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Her muscles began to spasm, voicing their objection to her slow, labored movement. She barely had any strength left. But you have to do this. Y
Soul Burn: Observation Amanda stood in the shade cast by the northern wall the Academy’s emerald green courtyard, watching the younger students practice today’s lesson in physical attacks. She was stationed here not only to instruct and correct mistakes, but also to provide medical care. Just in case things got out of hand. Students were paired together based on their opposition in strengths; they differed in everything from physical size, aptitude, and personality.
“The goal of today’s lesson is for you to incapacitate your partner while inflicting a minimal amount of damage. You’ve trained alongside each other for years; you know their strengths and their weaknesses. Out think them, and take them down,” she paused, slowly sliding her worn brown leather gloves from her hands. “Go.”
Some students dived into their fights, others stood still and assessed their partners. Aman
Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
Birthday WishesI listen to your words
like blowing out the candles
on a birthday cake.
I squeeze my eyes tight,
through the smoke.
You, Me, Your Clone (New Intro?) "Anna?" Louis called from under the covers. "Is something wrong? Come back to bed." He pulled back the sheet she had tucked against him and patted the mattress. Anna stood by the window for a second longer looking down at the empty street below. Shadows crept around the orange glow of the street lights. She shivered and, finally, turned away. Louis watched her expectantly as she slipped back into the bed. He flicked the covers over her, pulling her to him until their noses touched. "You're cold." She tucked her face against his neck, soaking up his body heat. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Louis could feel her mumble something, her lips brushing over his skin. He sighed, prompting her to repeat herself. "I said I couldn't sleep."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"What else am I here for?" He laid her down on her ba
Less Like A Lake, More Like A MoatLess Like a Lake, More Like a Moat
It was a culmination of things I have been holding in from love to loneliness-- and it just snapped. Then all of that love and loneliness poured out of my heart like the tiny white flakes falling from those sugar packets. I not only love you. I am IN love with you. It's obvious now. I'm not afraid of the thought or being insanely, mentally connected in some weird way. I know where my heart is--
And where is that? I'm sorry, I just...need for you to actually, consciously think about it.
I know where my heart is. My heart is here. With us. I literally just put myself out there with a chance of being crushed. That's how I know how I feel.
If your whole heart is here and mine is too, then it's all good.
I'm letting the prospect bleed into the prophecy. I've been consciously thinking about it for quite awhile. I am in love. And I can only speak for me.
My heart is here, too. And for a while there I was afraid that was a mistake. But I trust you
El OrgulloAtención, esto es:
*Morby (Mordecai x Rigby)
Nota: Todo lo dice Rigby >w<
De verdad que odiaba esos momentos.
En los que Mordecai lo abrazaba sin razón aparente, cuando le robaba un beso, y a pesar de alegar constantemente su enorme sonrojo solo conseguía que el mayor lo volviera a besar. Sucesos como esos los detestaba.
Él tenía su orgullo, no era muy expresivo con esa clase de sentimientos. Nadie, absolutamente nadie le podía decir algo equivocado, ya que salvó muchas veces el parque.
No solo él, también los demás.
Pero claro, le gustaba llevarse el credito
Volviendo al tema, odiaba cuando se le acercaba demasiado, se podían ver cara a cara, aunque no quería verlo, si no percibiría los fuertes latidos de su corazón. Cuando quería ser fuerte, cuando pensaba que podía ser alguien rudo viene Mordecai y le arruina sus plan
KissSensual. Passionate. Intimate. Heated. Close. Personal.
Those are some of the words you can describe a kiss. But why choose only a selection of words when you can string them into sentences?
Their lips didn’t awkwardly crash like those rushed scenes in movies when the characters realise they love each other. No, their lips were slowly guided towards each other by their partner’s love and light which illuminated the dark world that almost consumed them. At first, it was awkward since they didn’t choreograph or set a rhythm for their dancing but lips but soon, they melted into each other’s embrace like winter snow thawing to the beautiful welcome of spring. They set their rhythm according to the beat of their song, the consistent drumming of their hearts that were begging for unison, pounding against the restraints of the cages that kept them apart. As the intensity and desire for each other grew, so did the need for oxygen, forcing the lovers apart much to their
Because I Love YouAt the fringe of the grove Thaddigan rested his back against one of the monolithic broadleaf trees that fortified his village. Strings of merry, colorful lanterns illuminated the reunion of the Ironwood village and the nomadic men of the Kazic-Kalla tribe. Everywhere laughter resounded, stories were traded and bonds rekindled. Boisterous musicians of both groups performed in harmony the songs mutually composed for this specific occasion. The air was laced with the enticing aromas of roasted meats, tender loaves of bread and sweets of all description. Joyous moods were further lubricated with golden, barrel-aged ales and nectarous wines.
As a seventeen-year-old who had not yet undergone the ritualistic passage of manhood, Thaddigan was only permitted to partake in such libations during special occasions, a rule to which he had few objections. The single flagon he'd downed, even filtered through a stomach of heavy food, was making his head swim. It likely didn't help that he
Makoto Tachibana X reader
"(Y/N)! Why did you call me? Is there something wrong?" Makoto yelled not far from behind. I stiffened at his voice and my face turned pale. "Should i? I might hurt his feelings? No, i need to do this..." I thought as i turned to Makoto with a slight smile on my face.
Makoto stoped when he saw my face. "(Y/N)? Are you okay? Your a little pale.." Makoto mumbled and he placed his hand on my cheek. I held back my tears that was ready to fall, as much as i know, i think Makoto didn't notice.
"Makoto-kun...." I muttered as i gently took away his hand from my cheek. "I-i need to talk to you. It's important..." I stated in a monotone way but inside, i felt like my heart is dying.
Makoto stared at me for a while before nodding. "Sure, but you need to make it quick. We still have a relay practice." I nodded at his statement. I need to make this quick and try not to make his heart break.
"Makoto-kun, i think we should break up." I said while gripping my skirt tightly. Makoto gasped
sailing through tragediesThis is what a ‘tragedy’ feels like.
The thought had sailed through his star-crossed mind many nights before, but denial kept pushing back the bittersweet acceptance. He had loved her, with that one crooked tooth and her flushed cheeks, yet even through his love his heart had never started ticking again. He remembered laughing and crying and yelling and longing.
The crossroads of nerves tingling his skin never sent the message all the way to the cavities of his heart. The numbness surrounding his body remained even when she touched him.
But surely he had loved her, right? He had actually loved her. He was almost sure.
Sanity and insanity met paths many times in his short lifetime, and he always found himself questioning the world. Like clockwork his brain marked the hours of his increasing instability.
He was sure now, more than ever, that the tragic qualities of his life were not reflected by the death of his love. Simply, the tragedy came within himself and his inc
Sky X slender part 1 CREEPYPASTA!SKY BELONGS TO :iconelectricsky25: NOT ME! oh and this was my idea! MWHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
it was a nromle day at slender mansion grim sitting next to jeff talking about killing (YES i am in here SKY is my sister! :3) sky noming on a muffin.
"Sky!" BEN said.
"what?" sky said. (ben sky ben sky ben sky ECT!)
"slender wants you."
"okay. *walks up to slender*"
(end of ben and sky chatting)
"this is going to be funneh." grim said with a laugh.
"why?" asked jeff.
"cuz its all a lie." BEN said.
"really?" asked jeff.
"yep. there going to be offender there. nakedddd X3" grim said.
"WTF XD really?!" asked jeff laughing. (XD)
"YEP." grim said XD
END OF PART 1!
LOLOLOLOL I HOPE YOU LIKE xD
The Colossus And RomeI. Aer
It is a dreary night when we first meet. He whispers mythical things in my ear as the fog surrounding us rises to great heights. The outlines of black cypress trees are juxtaposed against the sickly brown sky. Behind us, the wind crashes into the waves and frothy water spills over onto the harbor. The wind blows with enough force to overturn the little wooden fishing boats in the distance.
The wind cannot topple us, though it tries. His grey eyed gaze fixes me to my spot, and I am left paralyzed by the imprints his soul leaves on me in those first few moments of our acquaintance. His smile makes me euphoric. It is the kind of genuine smile that could light a whole citadel. I feel the legends of old lovers seep into my hands and slowly dribble into my bones. Raw passion sears my skin. It is burned onto my heart with an iron brand. The wind howls and blusters across the Roman Forum.
Wind destroys everything eventually.
But he is the Colossus and I am Rome, and when we fall,
A Beauty Such as Yours.To take a rose, and to say it holds true beauty is a common concept in the world of romance, but such a thing only pales in comparison to yours. A flame dancing elegantly in the nightlight can only come so far before it falls short of you. To say such an simple thing as "I love you" simply doesn't seem enough. I could look you in the eyes, and whisper "Sweet nothingness", and hope you understand my meaning, but the true meaning is misconstrued on the way. When I say "Sweet nothingness", it means that to me, you are my only, and the world around me is meaningless. I could take you by the hand, and we could calmly dance under the light of the moon, but the problems of reality would distract you. The judgement that comes with excepting my love, the ridicule, but if you can ignore it, then we will be happy. As I said before, a simple rose, pales in comparison.
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
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