That’s an unfamiliar tone. Anzu has never been one to talk about guys like this – evasive, like their names are some sort of big secret, and pessimistic, like she doesn’t stand a chance with them, anyway.
Pledge of a loyalful companion
Part One
You did found me when i was lost
You saved me and so did I (save you)
You were blue as your tardis true
But did this ever mean anything to you?
You came- the dashing hero, the traveller from out of time
You are like the rain
"W-We shouldn´t..." The blonde muttered and turned her head just a little to look at him. Letting out a low rumble, he poked his nose against hers before gently and lovingly pressing his lips against hers.
He shut his eyes for a moment and imagined kissing Haru. His moist lips tasting like the Ocean. His breath on his face. The scent of a marine breeze surrounding them. Suddenly he got goose bumps and threw his eyes open, his face turning all red.
“I don’t think I can do that. I’m sorry. We… that is, the staff decided that it would be best if Rory was picked up by one of her parents. Or maybe another family friend.”
"It’s not like you can pretend like you’re just casual hookup friends forever. What are you going to do when one of you gets hurt? Quit your job and stop hanging out with your oldest friend?"
It’s spring. Well it’s the beginning of the season spring. Actually the ‘me’ now is not a writer nor is the ‘me’ now a professional in some kind of ways. Maybe I am just too conceited and am expecting too much. I should just know that I am not a revolutio
That’s a lie – Yugi has way better things to do tonight than listen to her whine about this screwed-up life of hers. He probably has better things to do every night. But who cares? Like so many, this lie is seductively easy to tell.
Throwing his head back, Naruto screamed in agony. The cold metal cut straight through his muscles and tendons, searing at his flesh. Blood quilled at the open sore, and black threads racked through his veins and feathers, burning with demonic venom.
But at least you’re cozy now, breathing the honey-citrus-y scent that you know must be shampoo but that always just screams Anzu, and for the first time in about two hours, your heart rate goes down a tiny bit.
Impatiently, she buries her hands in his hair, pulls him towards her, and this time, their collision is much more precise, drawn out, and way, way too satisfying.
"I am very glad you managed to come over to assist me." Emma let out a soft chuckle and leaned a little closer to kiss his furry cheek. "It´s my pleasure, darling." She whispered with that so teasing, almost seductive voice of hers.
Slowly turning around, she finally looked at him when she heard his words. Well, he was right, but thinking of it hurt. And maybe it was even good that he was here now.
Unlike a lot of other telepaths, Jean was always careful to not cause any damage and she stayed out of the thoughts she was not supposed to see. She had a job to do and that one memory was all she needed to recover.
“Eight dead elysians isn't something we take lightly, Lord Ahriman.” Magi Aqil replied in his usual whisper like voice. “And you shouldn't either. They represent the spirit of the Gods of Morrden after all.”
“Hey, Frisk. Promise me something, okay?
If you get out… if all of you get out, can you look after the other monsters a little?
Not every human is a nice as you. The same goes for monsters I guess…
I know you can do it, Frisk. You are the only one who can do it.
Each evening he spent his time reading the already filled notebooks, as if trying to memorize all the things had written down so far. Some of the memories were becoming sharper the more he remembered them. But some, especially the ones that were only fain
"Oh no, not again!", the bitbeast of Robert Jurgens moaned, obviously frustrated with his partner. The young boy was arguing again with his teammate and so called friend Johnny McGregor.
The young man turned away. “But you are not the one, I seek. So tell me, where do I find the one called Yoshi.”
“Listen!”, he called over to the young man, who only turned around slightly. “I’m tellin’ you the truth. I don’t know anyone by that name. Loo
There once was a time when we saw each other every day.
We lived, we laughed, we argued … we were real friends. Kind of best friends sometimes.
You were always there for me and I was always there for you.
We against the rest of the world.
But in spite of his harsh words, what was striking about him were his glowing red eyes, which always looked incredibly sad as if he was on the edge of crying. To me, those eyes and the expression on his face held a fascinaion I couldn't describe.