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| Levy-Chan | Feb 18 2012, 04:55 AM Post #31 |
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You want Thingamabobs? I got 20.
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Account Name:Levy-Chan Character who will be Used: Alexis Day Submission: Submission Lying in bed was not where I wanted to be a few days before Valentine’s Day. Every year before it had just been another day that went by like any other, the only difference being that this one gave an excuse to eat a lot of chocolates. This year I was denied even that luxury. Being stuck in bed with a fever meant that nothing “bad for me” was allowed to be eaten.
Today, was moving slow. Sitting up against my pillows I’m flipping through a magazine filled with desserts and pastries. Just because I couldn’t eat them didn’t mean I couldn’t look at the delectable red velvet cake. A few quick knocks on the door and then a loud entry meant that Makie had come to say to me before she went off to start her day. Walking into the bedroom she had her ridiculous smile on her face until she saw me reading my magazine. ”Hey now Lexi you aren’t supposed to be eating any sweets.” She walked over to the side of my bed before snatching the magazine out of my hands. ”Or looking at them.” Makie rolled up the magazine and tucked it away under her arm. I gave her a ‘Are you serious?’ stare, because what else what was a woman supposed to do if not imagine eating sweets? ”Hey, no need for that kind of face. I came to make sure you were feeling all right.” ”Well then why would you take away my magazine.” ”Because you should be sleeping Lexi. It’s soooo obvious you haven’t slept and what would Aiden think if you were all sleepy on Valentine’s Day?” Makie leaned in and wiggled her eyebrows at the end of the sentence. I blushed a little at the thought before Makie busted up laughing. ”Shut up!”, was all I could get out of my mouth as Makie made her way to the bedroom door. ”I’m heading off now and you should get some sleep.” Makie lowered her gaze at me as ended her sentence before waving good-bye and heading out the door. I just sit, back against my headboard, and roll my eyes. I’m not even tired. Leaning over to my nightstand I take another magazine out of the drawer and flip it open to the middle. Hearing a knock at the door I raise my head up a little before deciding to just ignore it. I wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone else; something about company was draining. Imagining tasting all the delicious desserts in the magazine, I didn’t even notice that Aiden had entered until a felt a hand rest against my forehead. After a moment’s pause I swat his hand away. ”Don’t do that.” "What's wrong? I'm just a little worried about you." "The last thing we need is both of us getting sick. Go to work, I'll be fine if I sleep it off." "I'm gonna go shopping on my way back from patrol duty. Is there anything you want?" "...shortcake," I mumbled. "What was that?" "Forget it." Aiden exited the room and left me alone. I heard the door close and took a long breath. Thinking back on the conversation I just had, I couldn’t help but feel that maybe my voice was too hard on Aiden. He was only trying to be helpful, but I feel bad about not being able to go on patrol duty with him. I knew how much Aiden disliked doing work when that time could be spent taking naps, so I usually tried to make it a bit more interesting. Putting away the magazine I turned onto my side and attempted to get some sleep. When I woke up the sun in my window view didn’t even look past noon. A quick, quiet, knock woke me up. Turning over onto my other side, I hoped that if I ignored the noise it would go away. Sadly, the knocks only increased until I got frustrated. ”IT’S OPEN!” I hear the creek of the door as it opened and the noise of footsteps approaching my room. Looking at the doorway I see Jacqueline, standing with a smirk on her face. ”No need to shout. I knew the door was open." ”Then why would you just keep knocking?” ”I had to see if you were awake.” ”Of course I’m awake! Who could sleep through that?” She shrugged her shoulders before coming over to my bed. ”Well since Aiden’s on patrol to seek out danger and stop it, and who knows what that could entail, I thought that I’d bring you a little get well soon gift.” I just look at her, baffled at the woman’s logic. ”What the hell does one have to do with the other? I’ll never be able to sleep now, thinking about what could be happening out there.” Ignoring what I asked she gave me a tissue box with white tissues sticking out. Closely looking at them they had little red letters on them saying ‘Blow Me!’ When I looked back up Jacqueline was back by the door, stifling her laughter. With a strong swing, I flung the tissue box at her as she laughed her head off, leaving my place. Lying back down in my bed, I started to think about the things that Jackie said. Not that there were any normal dangers in the area, but there could be a random, monstrous, danger to suddenly come out and kill everything. Mentally repeating to herself that Aiden could handle it, she let herself slip back into sleep. Time passed again and this time I woke up because my stomach was telling me it was on empty. Getting up and out of the bed, I made my way to the kitchenette. Rubbing my eyes I look over to the stove and see Aiden… "Aiden. Aiden!" He almost jumped when he heard me call out his name. "O-oh, Alexis. What've you been doing here?" "I live here, dummy." "Shouldn't you be sleeping, Alexis?" "I was curious and wanted to see what you were doing in here. Strawberries... Wow, you actually took what I said seriously?" "G-got a problem like that? I just felt like eating cake. So, that's why I'm making it." "Fine. Save me a piece when you're done then. I'm looking forward to it." I had to quickly go back to my room to giggle quietly. ”Baking me a cake. I swear he’s too cute for his own good.” Lying down, I slowly fell back to sleep. I was blissfully letting my body rest when I felt something wake me up. When my eyes opened I saw Aiden’s face leaning very close to mine and my lips felt like something just touched them. ”Uh… The cake’s done, so let’s go eat. I made some tea too.” It feels like my birthday and all I did was catch a cold,” I said looking at Aiden with a smile. We ate in silence for a little, taking small bites of from the cake. ”Hey, this strawberry reminds me of your eyes.” I blushed when he said that, but considering we were eating strawberries I didn’t take it very well. ”Ew, that’s gross.” ”I meant it as a compliment. I mean, it’s a nice vivid shade of red, beautiful.” I wasn’t expecting such a sweet compliment from Aiden. Looking at him, I instantly thought of what to say back. ”Then… I guess you remind me of this mint,” I point at the mint leaf he had put in the tea. ”That’s a little plain, Alexis.” Aiden said with a sly smile. ”I mean, you’re pretty cool like mint… Sometimes.” Not really realizing it, but our bodies had gotten closer as we spoke and now we were right next to each other. ”Aiden, do you know what mint symbolizes? ‘Precious moments…” Our lips were suddenly together and stayed that way for a quick moment before I pulled back. ”I’d hardly call that plain.” ”What happened to me not getting sick?” Aiden jokingly said, but I blushed not wanting to get him sick. ”Hey, do you know what strawberries symbolize?” I thought about it for a moment, but couldn’t come up with any answer. ”Look it up, you’re a smart girl after all.” Aiden finished with a wink. A few days passed, and on Valentine’s Day I was in Aiden’s place. Why? Because he had indeed gotten sick and now I was in charge of taking care of him, not that I really minded. Walking around I noticed a book on his bookshelf and quickly peeled off the shelf. ”Here it is…” I say to myself as I flip through the pages. Strawberries – ‘Innocence’, ‘feelings of love for another’. ‘You make me happy.’ My face goes scarlet and I hurled the book at Aiden’s face. ”Aiden, you dummy.” Like mint and strawberries, you’re like a breath of fresh air to me. Always, to the end. You’re my mint, and I’m your strawberry. Edited by Levy-Chan, Feb 18 2012, 05:05 AM.
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| CheshyreKat | Feb 18 2012, 10:09 PM Post #32 |
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Account Name: CheshyreKat Character who will be Used: Katherine Cheshyre Submission: Submission Dead leaves crunched loudly underfoot as I walked across the barren courtyard, the pitiful trees outside of the mansion looking withered and lifeless. Glancing at them, I wondered if they took after their owner, cold and dead, only managing to keep a semblance of looking alive. I wished that them and their owner would just turn into the dust they should be, so that I didn't have to see their pitiful forms anymore. Making my way up the steps, I stopped before the door and steeled my resolve, locking away enay emotions into the depths of my soul. What awaited within wasn't something you could approach normally, and expect to walk away sane.
Opening the door, the smell of rotting tapestries and moth-ridden rugs assaulted my nostrils, but I brushed it aside mentally, as the creatures within would take more concentration to ignore. Large, lumbering demons, most of them too horrible to even describe, lurched throughout the mansion, going about their tasks like trained dogs. Walking purposefully towards the main hall, I ignored the burning eyes of the demons as they settled on me, some of them in hunger, others in not quite as honest needs. My skin crawled at their looks, but I knew I was safe, at least as long as their master had need of me. I had no doubt that once I had fulfilled my use, my protection would end, but that was for another time. Stepping into the main hall, trailing demons in a wake behind her, Kat stepped up towards the throne-like object near the center of the room, where a small child sat, his eyes dark as midnight. They fixed on her like a vulture finding a dead carcass in the middle of the desert, freshly deceased. "Hello Katherine, I've been waiting for you." the child said darkly, power reverbrating from his words. My stomach roiled at his words, but I slowly walked forward until I stood before him, staring at the back of the throne, saying nothing. The boy laughed quietly, the demons around the room shrinking back at the malice in his laughter, but I merely stood there, letting it wash over me and through me, showing nothing. Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around my waist in an iron-like grasp, his strength far beyond what a normal child's should be. His cheek nestled against my stomach, icy cold and devoid of any humanoid feeling. I repressed the urge to shudder and throw him off me, knowing it would do no good anyway. "Come, sit down, my pet," he said, patting the throne next to him, and I quietly obeyed, staring into space like a cold lifeless doll myself, knowing that to disobey was to merit punishment. He wrapped his arms around me once more, laying his head on my shoulder, his cold lips not far from my ear. "What would I do without you, my little Kat," he whispered quietly, his lips brushing my neck. My skin tingled as he sighed against my skin, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth. "You know I love you, right? You would never leave me, would you?" he murmured, and I braced myself for what was to come next. My senses exploded as his teeth broke through the skin, and somewhere deep inside, my soul screamed even though I made no outward sound. The boy chuckled against my skin as he lapped up the blood leaking down my neck, letting none of it go to waste. It was as if he could read my soul, and could hear it screaming for help, and I didn't doubt that he could if he tried. I merely gave in to him, as I always did, and yearned for the day that I could escape this life that I had somehow landed in. Later that night, I sat up in my bed, feeling my neck where he had bitten me. No marks remained, as they never did, although the bruises from where he had gone wild remained. Gingerly easing myself from the bed, I limped over towards the wardrobe and grabbed a simple nightgown, heading for the shower. Standing inside under the one comfort in the barren mansion, I let the hot water run over my body as I leaned against the wall, my mind wandering. Better days flashed through my mind, bright days of friendship and companionship, all lost the day the demon had taken ahold of my soul. Trying to remember what day it was, I realized that tomorrow was what some people celebrated as Valentine's Day, and her mind drifted towards the buried thoughts of Aiden and Ecclair, and she wondered how they were doing briefly, before dropping them. Those kinds of thoughts were no good in this place, as they would only serve to break her sanity faster. Brushing aside the moisture from her eyes, that wasn't all from the water from the shower, she finished up and got out, drying herself off and getting dressed slowly, trying not to aggravate her injuries. As she walked back into the bedroom, she found the boy sitting on the edge of the bed calmly, acting like the boy he pretended to be, grinning at her widely. She could see that his skin was flushed pink, probably sated from the blood he had taken from her. Not reacting to him like she knew he would love her to, she ignored him and calmly sat down on the bed, drying her hair with a towel. "Feeling better, dear?" he asked whimsically, and I merely nodded, not stopping my hair drying. Sudden pain exploded in my head as she felt his hand grasp her hair and twist her head to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," he said with a smile, but the light in his eyes was dark, and oozed malice. Hatred rose unwillingly from my own eyes, and he laughed darkly as he saw it, letting go of her hair. "That's why I love you so, my little Kat," he said, crawling into her lap and sitting down, like a small child. Wrapping her in a vice-like hug, he leaned his head on her chest and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. "You will always be mine, don't ever forget that," he said sleepily, and Kat merely wrapped her arm around his small cold shoulders, saying nothing, staring into the darkness of the room, waiting for the day it would all end, one way or another. Edited by CheshyreKat, Feb 18 2012, 10:11 PM.
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| Darion | Feb 19 2012, 02:17 PM Post #33 |
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Account Name: Darion Character who will be Used:Darion Steinheil Submission: Submission Love...One of the most worthless, useless and completely idiotic emotions ever. Sure all emotions are useless when it comes down to it but at least some emotions can be used for your own advantage. I have once felt love but not even to my own parents but that is explainable.
As I was raised in a family consisting of Dark mages I learned that emotions was (as said) completely useless. Knowledge, power, money and strength are the only thigns necessary for living a good life. Love is always in your way and in the end it will destroy you and everything you have built up. For example my brother once had a dog he called Kitty Galore. He loved that dog more than anything and when it (finally) died my brother was like a shadow of hir former self for months. I tried to tell him that it was merely a mindless beast and he would be better off whitout it. Since that day we have not liked each other very much, well I hated him from the very beginning but now started our rivarly. I met a girl once who I honestly said liked abit beacuse there was something with this girl, she had a strange aura that made me feel weak and that I wanted to be around here so I walked up to her and said "Hi. My name is Darion, what is your name?" The girls name was Selena and we quickly became friends, we liked same things and we had the same interest in guilds and history, we were like made for each other. One day I had asked her out for a date and we were going to meet on a carneval and when I got there I saw her with another guy so I walked up and said "Hello Selene. Ready for our date?" Selense just laughed and said "Sorry Darion but I got hold of a more manly guy so piss off" and then both Selene and the other guy laughed at me right in the face. It felt like something snapped and so I tried to attack the guy but he was around 2 years older than me and alot stronger so he just threw me away like doll. When I got up I was furious but I knew I coulnd't fight him so to my shame I ran. I ran and ran, I ran so long and when I finally stopped running I was in the middle of the forest that was next to my familys mansion. For 2 hours I sat in my loneliness muttering "Never again...never again..." and after 1 more hour my familys servants found me and brought me home. When I arrived back home my father wanted to see me so I went into his study as he was standing and looking outside the window. "I heard you were dumped for another Darion. Though luck" my father said whitout any emotion to be found in his voice. "This is what happens when you let "love" take over. In the beginning it will seem great but in the end it will chew you and spit you out! I hope you ahve learned a lesson my son." I stared at him with emptiness, angriness and malevolence in my eyes and said "Yes Father. I have." And with that said I went out of the room and started a life whitout emotions and especially "love". If you ever get the chance to throw away love or any emotions for that matter then do it, it will only lead you into the darkest abyss in your pursuit of "happiness" and "humanity" |
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| Rob Lucci | Feb 21 2012, 09:56 AM Post #34 |
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Account Name: Rob Lucci Character who will be Used: Callidus Irato Submission: Submission I calmly sat in a corner of town, far from what society dictates as a norm in this day, dates. I watched as remotely as I could as various couples held hands, kissed, hugged and most (if not all) had dumb expressions in their faces. Everywhere i looked it was as though people had been entranced by a powerful magic. Emotions can give us the necessary strength to overcome an obstacle, but it can also cause our downfall if not controlled. If I wanted to cause this people despair it would be so little a challenge that I might as well try to pick my ears.
Over the many years humans have lived in this land we have come to understand the works behind this feeling. We know that love can be described as three overlapping emotions: lust, attraction and attachment. Its our understanding that the feeling begins with lust, how strange, all these people walking around are mostly interested in physical contact...even if only on a subconscious level. Come to think of it, I have a contract with the aspect of lust. Maybe I control love as it is, could I manipulate this people? abuse here abilities as the first entity present in this fleeting emotion? I thought about it for a few moments, but it was not a worth idea. I called upon Mikage (my pet) and played a little with it. Watching him fly with joy in bright newborn face made me realize that perhaps love is not always about physical desire. I love Mikage, he is perhaps the only thing I have that can be called family. Maybe some of this fools walking around with their dumbstruck faces care for something more than a few hours of enjoyment...though looking at them makes me doubt it. I once knew what love was, before...what happened with my parents, I too was able to look as dumbstruck as they are now. Hahahahaha, missing the old times now? Breathe, control your urges. You know nothing good comes out of loosening your grip on what matters. Concentrate on your goals. But...I do miss the old times, no matter how much I try it seems there is no possible way to eradicate my old persona. I may have it there, buried underneath knowledge and prejudices, but in the end I am the same. Time to concentrate on something else...Mikage is oblivious to the situation of course, he is just an infant. Perhaps some reading...um..."How about a small walk around the park darling" I heard a girl say. I just gave her a look, one glimpse at her face, accepting only one sip of temptation. I can see why he likes her, golden hair, bright purple eyes, fairly abundant body shapes...it seems today everyone has company. I`ll head back to my room, all this staring and thinking is not doing me much good. I reached my apartment door and reached my hand to its handle, I hesitated for a moment and thought 'This is just the same as outside, only less noise'...but as I got inside I figured I was completely wrong. There were many noises coming from the neighboring rooms, I could ignore them just fine but some of them were quite disconcerting. I threw myself into bed and stared at the ceiling. Contemplating my situation a little bit more I realized this kind of emotional turmoil only happened on festivities. Part of me longed for something that no longer existed...or did it? I pointed with my index finger towards were the closed door was and opened what I had come to understand was a "stargate". A dark corridor that connected this world with other realms of existance. A woman with long hair, high heels, intense red lips and a long curved dress walked towards me. She always smiled subtly when we looked directly, it was disconcerting most of the time (specially since she was Lust). This though, this time it was different. "You can help me pass this troubling moment can`t you? Make my thought go blank as we delve into the beginning process of love...not that we will develop any feelings right?" I asked, honestly, a little frightened of the implications this might have. But I felt reassured that nothing could go wrong...after all, is this not what people were after when falling in love? |
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| Aysia | Feb 21 2012, 10:36 PM Post #35 |
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Account Name: Aysia Character who will be Used: Addam Natael Submission: Submission What is love to me, well there are many things I could say I love, my family, freedom, anything that contains sugar. But I don’t think that properly describes what you are looking for, the one time I have felt love in the way that your heart aches was some years ago.
When I was in the knight’s academy I had a part time job working in a small book shop, something that I enjoyed very much as I was able to read to my heart’s content when not serving people, and as it was only a small shop not many people came in. Usually things were very quiet and the only people who did enter were the old people who lived close by. However this all changed one day when a girl, about sixteen the same age as me at the time came in, she was amazing, she had long chocolate brown hair descending to her waist and a soft face with a gleaming smile, When she came in I dropped the book I was currently holding, one on the butterflies of Southern Fiore, new stock that I needed to put away. I recall walking over to her and asking with a stutter. “H-How may I help Y-You?” with my face bright red in a mix of embarrassment over dropping the book and having to talk to her. The awkward thing was she smiled, said “I’m fine.” And walked off to look over books on the far side of the shop. I was lost for what to do, I had never felt like this before, however I had work to attend to and the owner of the shop didn’t expect me to do much work, but when there was some to be done, to work hard on it. Before I was able to finish clearing away the new stock I saw her leave, she was only there to look around and she didn’t buy anything. I felt slightly bad that I hadn’t talked to her or had gotten to know her. Things were quiet for some time after that a week or so passed with only the normal customers entering the store when I was working there, after asking the boss about it, he hadn’t seen the girl come back in so I took it as though she was simply in the area and decided to have a look around. Later that day when I was reading a book, I can’t remember what it was but I can recall someone walking up to the counter as asking “Is there anything you would recommend?” to that I answered “What sort of thing do you like?” finally looking up it was the girl from the week before, the person I thought wouldn’t enter the store again, my heart beat heavily, my face reddened and I became lost for words. “I enjoy a romance storyline, but nothing too serious, something with comedy in it.” She said, smiling softly at me. “Addam, you have to leave now” A voice from the back called, it was my boss who was making sure he shooed be away to make sure I was on time for afternoon training, he had been informed that I was able to keep the job as long as I made it to all my training sessions on time and if I missed them I wouldn’t be allowed to work, and as he thought I worked for cheap and worked well he wanted to keep me on. “Oh, I am just finishing serving a customer.” I said, to that he simply pushed me out of the door as he said. “Sorry Ma’am, the knights are strict with their recruits here.” Glancing around all I could see was the girl giving me an awkward smile as I had to walk off. I remember training that night clearly, I wasn’t able to hit a single target, usually I had no issues with it, but I just couldn’t focus, I kept on thinking about that girl and just wondering what her name was. Going back into work the next day, I was surprised to see that she was there in the store before I arrived, Approaching her I felt all the same feelings as I did the last time I had talked to her the day before, It was strange how I could feel so nervous around someone I had never met before really when I did that every day in the academy and at work. Approaching her I remember how she turned to be and smiled. “How did you’re training go?” She asked me in an interested tone, ususual as most people in the city found it a boring subject to bring up as many people were either recruits or knights. “It went fine, but I couldn’t seem to hit the targets yesterday.” I said, me face unable to blush any more than it was already, this conversation lasted for some time as she enquired more about the Knight’s training and then the subject moved on to books and what sort of books we both liked to read and what books we would recommend to each other, the talking only stopped when another customer came in to ask a question or to buy something or when I went into the back room to make two cups of tea, one for each of us. ”Sophia.” She said, in response to my questioning what he name was. The day finally ended with me having to once again go to knights training, this time however I was able to hit a single target in the whole time, I just couldn’t take my mind off what had happened, off of Sophia. The day dragged on as I wondered if I would see her again. To my hearts delight the next day she was there once again, and the same thing happened, we spent hours talking, about anything and everything, I learnt that she was a Mage who had stopped in the city for some time in order for her mother to sort some things out. And I told her about my family and my own aims. This routine continued for another three months, at one point I can’t remember when she joined me working in the shop, I recall having picnics on days that we weren’t working. Standing under the coverings when she joined me in Training and it was raining heavily, Buying ice cream on a hot day and her dropping hers accidentally and I gave her mine, only to have her push it into my face and laugh before hugging me. This however didn’t last. One day I was told that I was no longer able to work in the shop, that I had been selected to undergo a more specialist approach to archery, I recall visiting the shop a week after, when I was able to leave the tight grip of the Academy for a moment, running to see her. When I reached the shop I was informed from my old boss that her mother had visited and told him that she was required to leave for her Father’s. I stood there, not knowing what to do, Only to be greeted a moment later by a group of Knights who dragged me back as I had not been given permission to leave, I couldn’t walk as I was in too much shock. That is my true story of love, How I Addam Natael fell for Sophia, how my heart pounded at the thought of her name, how it ached whenever we spent more than a moment apart, that time feeling more than an eternity. How whenever she was there the whole world seemed to sing however that didn’t matter as when Sophia was there nothing else did. How my emotions for her were summarised by all I could do when I first truly saw her, stand there speechless not sure what to say and words could not grasp the depths of it. This was, and still is my love story |
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| Smooth Rabbit | Feb 25 2012, 10:02 PM Post #36 |
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Account Name: Smooth Rabbit Character who will be Used: Coco Lautefelis Submission: Submission Have you ever looked through an old photo album? Sometimes you can find the odd, colored photograph nestled between pages and pages of gray. Today, today was one of those pictures in the scrapbook of my life,
By coincidence it was St. Valentines’ Day as well, but that had nothing to do with the emotions I felt — at least, not directly. To be truthful, who Valentine was or why the date that carried his name was so special, and I didn’t really care to learn. Holidays are luxuries that you simply cannot afford when you’re living on the streets; down there, the only event worth celebrating is filling your stomach. That was the reason why I was so happy today, actually. My sweatshirt pocket was bulging with the gains from an inexplicably, incredibly lucrative morning of panhandling. While not necessarily a risky gamble because beggars had nothing to lose, the process was always uncertain because one could never predict how generous a given day’s allotment of pedestrians would be. Sometimes you get lucky, and other times you sit there looking pitiful for hours and collect nothing more than dust in your hat. I’ll never understand why anyone is willing to give money to strangers anyway — that kind of waste is just spitting on your own chances of surviving. Whatever the reason was, I hit the jackpot today. On three separate occasions, a passing couple had walked up to me and handed me a couple of bills; it was always the woman first, and then the man seemed obliged to exceed his lady’s donation. In less than three hours I found myself holding nearly a hundred thousand jewels! Perhaps St. Valentine’s Day was a time for giving? I thought that was a different holiday but no other explanation made sense, unless the men and women were trying to impress each other. Well, I wasn’t about to complain or waste time wondering about my good fortune. I would have been lying if I said I had more money than I knew what to do with — that was why I was walking through the shopping district now. headed for the street with all the fancy restaurants I had seen so many times. The sun marked the hour as nearly noon, and my mouth watered as I thought about how in just a short time, I would be sitting inside one of those classy establishments that had always been out of my reach. Walking past a row of clothing stores, I happened to glance through the windows and the well-dressed mannequins reminded me of my brother, Ocelot. He was gone today; we rarely separated but begging seemed to make him uncomfortable so he was attending to some other matter while I tried to make a little money. Typically, being away from my only family member made me nervous, but today his absence was another stroke of fortune. Why? Because I knew that the hundred thousand I held was just barely enough for one lavish meal for myself; there would not be enough to accommodate his appetite as well. That wasn’t all though. More importantly, I was certain that if he knew how many jewels I had gathered, he would take it and refuse to let me spend it all at a restaurant. He would have thought it was a waste and insisted that we save the sum for “more practical” expenditures instead of blowing it all on a “fleeting pleasure”; in particular, his coat had been ruined in an accident a couple of weeks ago, and the winter nights were quite cold still. Ocelot was a good brother and he took care of my needs most of the time, but he could never understand my hunger and I didn’t feel guilty about what I was about to do. Why should I? Maybe buying food would be inconsiderate of him, but wouldn’t giving him the money be inconsiderate of myself? All things being equal, it seemed reasonable that if I could only satisfy one person that individual might as well have been myself. Leaving the fashion shops behind me, I cut through a small park and didn’t look back. The grassy fields seemed conspicuously populated today, as several dozen couples were strolling about with no apparent stimulus besides each other. My confusion grew as I passed close to some of them and heard their conversations; a strange, unknown sensation fluttered through my heart and I stopped walking. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been different from other people; just by being near them, I’m influenced by their moods and emotions. This warm, soothing feeling... ”The truth is, Becky, that I love you — I always have.” The other dialogues featured different phrases and expressions, but one key word remained constant — love. Was that what my magic had absorbed from these people? I didn’t even know what that was. No, sorry, that’s not the best way to put it. Ocelot has tried to explain the concept to me several times but I simply can’t understand. Apparently the textbook definition is “an intense feeling of deep affection” but what the hell did that mean? I was curious now and hopefully someone in the park would be willing to provide a more colloquial answer. Fortunately street urchins aren’t shy. ”Excuse me, Mister, would you mind telling me what love is?” The young man seemed taken aback when I randomly approached him and asked my question. I half expected him to turn his back and walk away, but perhaps the presence of his girlfriend prevented that kind of escape. Effectively trapped, he had no choice but to hazard a definition. ”Love...is like, when you feel happy just being near someone special,” he said, and flashed his companion a smile. The woman, a pretty brunette in a purple petticoat, blushed and smiled back at him, and then at me. ”Love is the most wonderful feeling when you feel you have a connection to someone,” she elaborated. ”It’s knowing that you can’t live without that person.” ”Love is thinking about someone else — about putting their happiness before your own, even,” continued the man. I walked away, partly because the couple was quite obviously flirting now, but mostly because I had to be alone with my thoughts. Strange. Their descriptions were familiar to me, yet I could not believe that I could know such a mysterious emotion. Even if I didn’t understand love fully, I knew enough to tell that it was one of those nonsensical sentiments like kindness that compelled people to give up their money to the poor, and therefore part of the self-destructive class of behaviors that went against everything that I believed in. I, Colocolo Lautefelis, am a parasite through and through. It was true that I felt happier near Ocelot and I was literally connected to him but the circumstances were far different from what these two lovers could have imagined; my brother was my host, my food, and if I died without him it would not be out of love. Yet that foreign emotion, that cancer of humanity, had spread from my chest to my stomach. It couldn’t have been love though. Closing my eyes, I tried to envision a peppercorn steak, cooked medium-rare, or a perfect cube of shepherd’s pie, sprinkled with parsley. These images should have sent me running toward the restaurants just up ahead, but they were no use. Maybe I had eaten something bad earlier. Maybe I was sick again, or some malevolent mage had cursed me. Somehow, for the first time in memory— ”I’m not hungry anymore...” I turned back. I had not walked very far from that store where I had seen the nice jacket in the window yet, after all. Edited by Smooth Rabbit, Feb 25 2012, 10:04 PM.
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| Black Phoenix | Feb 26 2012, 03:58 AM Post #37 |
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Account Name: Black Phoenix Character who will be Used: Lucian Animus Submission: Submission "This feeling..." I felt a strange pain as if I had been pierced through the chest with an arrow. I hunched over and began breathing heavily as grabbed my chest, attempting to reach my heart. Recovering from the shock, I regained my composure and looked up in the distance. There she was- the one who had once brought me happiness beyond all measure who was now the cause of my suffering. I watched closely as she resided comfortably in the arms of another man. What was even worse was that she was happy to be where she was. I saw the passionate signs of emotion between the two. The firm holding of hands, the arms of the man around the girl with a tight embrace, a passionate kiss between the two- I grew faint watching them as I felt the grief churn in my stomach. I sat down against the stone wall I had used to shield them from the knowledge of my presence and held my head in my hands and held in my desire to express my suffering as much as possible. Oh my love, how I adored thee. How could you be deceived so much to think that any other man would hold more passion for you than I? How could you be deceived so well, you who seemed so different from other women in the world? My head turned around the corner and my eyes were drawn to her being, hoping to catch just a glimpse of her. Her auburn locks of hair flowed in harmony with the light breeze that persisted throughout the day. Her soft, gentle eyes still gleamed with radiance in such a way that they seemed to bring more light and warmth then the sun itself. Her beautiful poise, she possessed such a regal and noble way in her manner of walking and speaking. Even as my heart laid on the ground in pieces, I was still enraptured with her beauty. Then there was the man, that despicable creature who robbed the most perfect being that ever was from my grasp. A tall man who stood a foot taller than her who had elegance to his manner himself however it was nothing compared to hers. He was handsome to an extent, but there was no way he could ever love the way I do. He was a lesser man who had deceived my love into thinking that he truly cares, that he was the best for her. He may have believed this pernicious lie himself, however he was nothing. Feelings of jealousy continued to rise up in me and I began to feel insulted that she would believe the lies of his feigned emotion. "With all of the love I gave to her...how is it possible that this man...this wretched man could possible command her emotion now?" I whispered to myself, almost shaking in anger. I turned and began walking away from the disgusting scene and began speaking in a silent rant. "Oh how despicable a thing love can be! It can bring life to the air around you, lull you in to peace, and weaken you to the point of a feeble beggar on the side of the road but then it turns on you and attacks you with the ferocity of a roaring lion and the malice of an assassin digging his poisoned dagger in your back. How frail it is! How easily the emotions of a woman sway! Was there not enough kindling for the fire of our love? Was our fire dampened by a flood of ill action or words toward one another or was it just the work of that...villain!?" I paced the empty area with my hands behind my back with only the silence to keep me company. A memory of her came into my mind. I felt the pleasure of her love in the past but as I returned to reality it was only like a dagger that was already in my heart being twisted. Unrelenting suffering without death. I continued walking for a few moments and paused as I came to my senses. "I guess after all that...she was the same as any other." "Lucian!" I heard called in a high pitch voice that shattered the silence of the expanse like a piece of glass. A familiar voice. The voice of a woman that once seemed so warm and tender that now made me feel as if I were breathing stagnant air. My eyes drifted to see the beautiful woman, and the man, in the distance. I quickly gained my composure and decided to act in a normal fashion not knowing how else to react. She waved to me and ran toward me with great speed. She seemed excited to see me. This was not expected. She wrapped her arms around me and placed a passionate kiss on my lips, an action that would have once caused my heart to burn with love, seemed to cause my skin to burn with pain. The man crept up slowly into the area. I looked back and forth between her and the man for a moment, perplexed. Is this a joke? She would bring this man into my presence and even kiss me after the events of but a few minutes ago? "Hello my love." My love? What an act! In front of her supposed lover no less. She kissed me again with the same amount of feigned passion as before. What kind of persuasive mask has she been covering her true feeling with and for how long? Where is the woman I knew? She introduced me to the man as her friend and I shook his hand firmly and politely. Apparently I knew how to wear masks as well. "Is there something wrong, my love?" she asked. There she goes again. My love...but how to react. "Nothing my love," I said in a voice of feigned happiness. "Nothing at all." I would find a way to deal with this situation eventually. I would find a way to expose them, but until then, I wear this mask, and I will wear it well. |
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| Soul Eater | Feb 28 2012, 12:55 PM Post #38 |
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Account Name: Soul Eater Character who will be Used: Sora Ignis Ventus Submission: Submission Distant lovers
We’re lovers from a distance But, I still love her, I love her and I miss her There’s no other that I would rather kiss ‘Cause, we together, before existence… After my father died, I wasn’t sure how exactly I could react to this. After all, I was only twelve when that happened, and to be honest, while I was sad, I didn’t know the full extent of what happened. My conscious didn’t, but my heart did. At the time I didn’t understand that, for a long time, for years actually, I carried that pain in my heart. It was then that I met her, the girl from the Beretta Family. Her name was Lisa Beretta and she was the younger of two children, her older sister being the next in line to become the boss of the Beretta vigilante association. Of course, it was one of our allied groups, the other major ones being the Redcon and a third one I never got knowledge of, but knew existed. Because of our affiliation, we ended up spending a lot of time together. We played hide-and-go seek, tag, watched beautiful sunsets together, rolled around in mud and so many cool things we do when we are children. However, as the years passed by and we grew older, responsibilities to our family “business” soon took over. We still found time to see each other and it was that way that we fell in love with one another. I swear… The feeling of loving someone and being loved back was very much amazing. It took us some time to actually confess our feelings to one another, but one we did, I could honestly say no man was happier than me that day. I couldn’t get her face, her figure, her smile, her dark brown eyes and her long silky black hair out of my mind. Still, duties called for us and before long, me sneaking into her room late at night, her coming to help me do my chores around the house, all those little things that kept us together were slowly being unavailable to us. I had discovered my fire powers since I was a child, but Lisa only discovered hers when she turned fourteen. When they manifested the first time, she was able to create a small purple specter. With that specter, she started pulling pranks on people, creating more of them and even being able to create rather good illusions. Of course, knowing her, I could see through them. Her powers were not the signature magic of the Beretta, but her father was surprisingly cool with that. I was so sure she would be talked down because of it. In any case, as our love grew stronger but the time together grew shorter, she was called into another country to help the Beretta save an allied, weaker family. Thus, we became distant lovers. Distant lovers We’re lovers from a distance But, I still love her, I love her and I miss her There’s no other that I would rather kiss ‘Cause, we together, before existence… Her moving away was definitely the hardest thing I had going on at the time. My father had passed away and only Lisa was able to give me comfort and made the struggle of living up to the Ventus name less strenuous. With her gone, the duties just seemed overbearing. I just started to realize all the responsibilities, the work and energy my father put into this. Hell, even my brother understood this, and he was an asshole. The more I spent time with my father’s close friends, the people that worked directly under him, the other allied families, the more I wanted to be part of this, part of something that was trying to help the government and guilds protect the cities from the shadows. As I started seriously considering the whole thing, two things were happening at the same time as antithesis of each other. My brother seemed to hate me more and more, but the love and trust built with Lisa seemed to grow even stronger every day. We sent letters every week for three years, pouring our hearts to one another. The letters were never really empty… She told me about the guys getting friendly, I told her about the girls trying to seduce me. We never got mad, because we knew who the best was for us. Receiving a letter from her every Friday in the morning put away any worries I could have and gave me strength. I tried to find ways to make my fire magic stronger but it didn’t seem to help, until I found a note from my dad which said that when I would be older, he and I would go look for Igneel the Fire Dragon. I was saddened, yet excited. Igneel, along with the other dragons, was said to have disappeared from the face of the Earth long ago. This discovery hit me with another boost of energy, but as I was basking in delight, I noticed that Lisa’s letters were a little off. I could tell that something was wrong over there, but that she didn’t want to burden me with her problems. I called her on it a bunch of times in some of my letters, but she kept writing that she was alright and I didn’t have to worry. However, what she didn’t know was that I had a little secret I told no one. I was saving money to get there. Some of the men working under the Ventus name were going to the country she was in, assisting the Beretta Family in the scaling battle of Tryon. I would be reunited with Lisa Beretta soon enough. Distant lovers We’re lovers from a distance But, I still love her, I love her and I miss her There’s no other that I would rather kiss ‘Cause, we together, before existence… I swear I’ve been waiting for this day for the last three years. Me, Sora Ignis Ventus, sixteen years old, was going to a foreign country to reunite with my distant lover. Even if times were grim, we stood together through our letters. How many couples could say that they survived a long distance relationship? Not much, that was certain. My mind couldn’t focus on anything; that was how much I was excited to finally see her face again, to finally hear her soft voice once more. True, the letters had stopped coming for three weeks, but I just figured the war over there was getting tougher to handle and that she had to be more present, as the daughter of Giovanni Beretta and as a strong mage. At that point, my brother Ricardo had already left the house a long time ago, only coming from time to time to take some of his stuff. Every single time I saw him, it seemed as if he was getting stronger. Of course, joining a real, strong guild like Quatro Cerberus was probably a good idea. I even heard my friend Leonardo Recon had joined, though it was never confirmed. I thought about joining Fairy Tail, but only Lisa would come with me. With her, we would make a name for ourselves and our families, and maybe the government might see our business with a better eye. One would think this idea came from me, but it came from her. She wanted more for the people of Fiore, so every step in her eyes counted. In any case, we finally left Fiore and headed for the country of Tryon by boat. The trip was long; five days in the seas was definitely tiring and boring. Yes, we had to chance to fight some epic sea monsters, but in reality, these beasts were just no match for the power of my father’s six close guards. Nathaniel alone was enough to take care of these guys. After five days, we finally hit shore and started unpacking our stuff, ready to support the Beretta. Arriving to headquarters, I searched frantically for Lisa, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I finally saw her mother, who had been sent to take care of Lisa if she ever had wounds of sorts, she saw me and cried so desperately. I frowned at the time; had I done something bad? However, she started talking that she had waited for this moment for a while and added that she was sorry: Lisa had moved on. I looked at her with fierceness and conviction. That’s impossible, our love is too strong! No! Yes! I… don’t know… Impress me! Listen carefully Sora… She… lives in the graveyard… She said she lives in the graveyard… Distant lovers We’re lovers from a distance But, I still love her, I love her and I miss her There’s no other that I would rather kiss ‘Cause, we together, before existence… |
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| thatidiotuhate | Feb 29 2012, 04:09 AM Post #39 |
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Account Name: Thatidiotuhate Character who will be Used: Eugene Tenbrawe Submission: ~900 words Submission I woke up Saturday around ten in the morning being tired and lazy as I usually am and saw a bright sunny day outside. The blinds were closed, but I could tell by the sunbeams trying to sneak through that today would also be very warm. Hesitantly, I got out of bed to put on some shorts, a light blue t-shit and my flip flops to go into the kitchen while wearing a groggy face, as if it wasn't boring enough to look at on a daily basis. I took the time to shower and get dressed and ate a quick breakfast and headed out to a nearby pet store.
While growing up my sister and I bickered so much mom never bothered to get us a pet cause we would more than likely fight over that too. Mom and Lilian weren't around so I figured I'd head out and take a peak at the pet store seeing as I had no chores let alone school work. Regardless of my family, or the other customers, this day was about ME and spending time at the pet store. If there was one thing I loved more than mom's cooking it was animals. The multitude of fuzzy and noisy animals made me squee with joy on the inside when I walked inside. I wasn't sure where I wanted to start doting or where to end... with the exception of spiders, f*** them. Regardless as much as I wanted to explore the whole lot of critters, I was limited on time so I chose the section I liked best, ferrets. I love ferrets, they're cute, cuddly, rambunctious and fat so I can constantly have fun with them even though i once caught one trying to pick-pocket me. I would keep that in mind on that day when I got to the ferret cage. Sadly they only had two ferrets instead of a dozen like they usually had but they were still able to be played with. One of them was named Smokey, and he was quite a fat sable ferret with white markings on his face. The other ferret, who was a chocolate ferret, pretty much outsized him by a pinch and was named Godzilla for his size. Surely they hated to be cramped in that cage but I couldn't afford to buy them. I wanted to see them run and frolic cause of how big they were and hear their chirps of happiness. It wasn't fair, they had yards for other the cats and dogs, didn't see why ferrets couldn't run around. I was still happy they had those two left so I decided to grab them both an cuddle them, well I attempted to cuddle them, but they immediately ascended to my shoulders where I was forced to hunch over so they didn't slip off, despite them being roughly five pounds heavy each. They had such cute paws yet sharp claws as they dug into my back making me cringe, but I did not mind it the slightest for they were adorable and needed a friend to play with. Slowly but surely as they had sprawled all over my shoulders I managed to grab both of them and get them off my backs as if they were monkeys, not that I would know cause I never bothered with the monkeys because I don't tolerate others giving me crap. I looked them both in the face as their little arms hung over my hands while they licked their lips out of boredom. I pulled them in and hugged them while letting them take turns gnawing on my fingers. It didn't hurt too bad, but it was just too adorable to pass up. After about a half hour of rubbing their bellies, heckling them a bit while teasing them with my shiny objects and getting nipped, the store owner finally came over and he was annoyed. To rephrase what he said cause the sound of his voice is very annoying, basically I needed to leave cause I was 'giving people the wrong impression about ferrets' and being a 'rude customer'. I was 'banned' from going back to that place knowing all too well that Smokey and Godzilla were not going to get to see me and my shiny objects anymore. I was sad, heartbroken and felt I was at a loss, even though that night I crapped on that scumbag's porch. Fortunately, I don't think he suspected me cause he had a lot of issues with other people. But I hatched a devious plan, yes it was stupid and backfired, but it worked nonetheless. Smokey and Godzilla were bought soon afterwards to a family with kids. As much as I hate children I did my best to tell myself that they were in a better home and when I went to snoop on them, I was actually right for once, which is scary. The family was happy, the ferrets were happy, and I too was happy about it... until mom found out I stole money from her and she beat the hell out of me. Sure the pain wasn't really worth it, but I was happy knowing that I had done something good for the thing I love most, ferrets. I still await the day I would get out into journeying the land of Fiore and buy myself my own ferret some day. |
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| 御 Cloud | Feb 29 2012, 04:56 AM Post #40 |
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Account Name: 御 Cloud Character who will be Used: Kain Inugami Submission: Submission My heart continued to beat faster in my chest, my eyes opening as my mind continued to buzz, alive with numerous thoughts, my body still refusing to let me go to sleep despite my exhaustion, I searched out for the clock in the room. Despite the near complete lack of light in the room currently, it took only a moment to read off the time. “12.30 already..?” I uttered quietly to myself, sighing softly, equal parts annoyed at this being just one of several nights of no sleep, how late it was already, and, why I couldn’t sleep…
Love…huh? Is that what this was, this indescribable feeling, this thing keeping me up at night? Of all the changes recently…making a friend (heck, who would have thought a half demon like me could manage even that), moving into this house, or mansion really, joining Fairy Tail, improving my magic, these…emotions were the most unexpected. The boy next to me shifted in his sleep, murmuring slightly as I adjusted my arms to keep him comfortable. Heh…it was all his fault, not that fault was really the right word when I would never blame him for anything, but, he was certainly the cause of my restless nights awake. It was fortunate that he needed quite a bit more sleep then I did, or he’d start to notice the lack of sleep a lot more readily…and then worry insentiently about me even though it wasn’t needed. Though, to be fair, that same caring, even nurturing nature was the reason I was here now in this house, more importantly, in this bed, and, even if it wasn’t needed, it…it was still really nice to know that Noel cared about me. See, that, argh, why do I even think about him, just some human, caring about me…why does my heart race faster and my senses heighten, when even the thought of him being kind to me crosses my mind? It’s not as if I’m so precious that I need to be looked after…so why was it so…nice… Sighing again, I snuggled up a bit closer to the brown-haired boy next me. “Why do you have to be so amazing…so cute…you have no idea how much you frustrate me, confuse me…” I softly uttered, not wishing to wake Noel. He had his back to my front as I hugged him, something which we had gotten used to very quickly and become something of a habit whenever we were both home at the same time. This close to Noel, my lips nearly against his neck, my nose in his hair, it was impossible for me to not breathe in his scent. It’s…hard to describe a person’s scent in words, like explaining colour to the blind, or music to the deaf, but, I certainly had a word for how the young mind mage smelt. Good. Though, really, that was an understatement, a better word would be addictive. Not that I would tell him that…humans seem to have a really, err, basic, sense of smell, and seem to take how they smell poorly, or, see it as an insult for some reason… (No, seriously, it doesn’t matter how many times you shower, I can still smell you; I don’t mean it as an insult.) This…brilliant, overworking, absolutely addictive to be around boy, has caused me to do a lot of thinking on emotions…neither of those exactly a strong point of mine, thinking about, well, love, and, what does it mean? Heh…I do remember once back in the thieves’ guild, when I was about ten, mistaking love as something you can eat. …To be exact, “Ahh…love? What is love..? Can you eat it..?” …Which got a laugh out of some of the thieves at least, so I suppose that’s something at least. Probably more significant than the definitions I got following that, mostly involving a love of jewels, though, I also got a few crass definitions involving a love of ah, women. I never really got a better definition formally, though; I’ve managed to put something together. As far as I can tell, there’s meant to be a lot of different types of love…which honestly kind of makes me wonder why there isn’t different words for it, but hey, it makes me confusing it for a foodstuff slightly less embarrassing I guess. People say they can love an object or thing…but I don’t see how anyone could be that connected to something, or care about an object that much, at least more than another life, though, then again I’ve never owned anything worth caring about that isn’t a weapon…which is more a tool I have to use, not something to love… People also say they love their families, but, well, I have no blood family worth mentioning, so, I don’t really know what love is in that aspect…though maybe it’s something I’ll learn as I spend more time in the guild, after all, Noel has called it like a massive family. Though, neither of those are the really bothersome meanings, or, the ones normally meant when someone mentions love. Generally they mean love as in loving a person…the meaning that was helping to keep me awake right now. A breeze rolled through the window, my ears twitching slightly as it moved over me, and the mind mage next to shivering. Perhaps slightly selfishly, instead of just moving the covers for the other boy to keep him warmer, I hugged Noel closer, my tail draping over his leg, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Loving a person huh..? What did that even mean? How was it different to just a close friend? I had a strong urge to howl in frustration, though that would wake up the boy next to me, and probably a few neighbours, so for now I just suffered my annoyance in silence. Friends care for each other, friends would do anything for each other; so what was love then? What made Noel so much different to my other friends? I care for all of my friends…I would protect all my friends; I would do anything for them, even die for them; but, with Noel? I…miss him as soon as I leave his presence, I love being able to spend time with him, to be close to him, just like now, being able to feel his warmth, smell his sweet scent. I get excited as soon as I see him, even if it’s been only hours since I last saw him, my heart races just thinking about him, his words calm me, he makes me feel safe, and he makes me feel…human. Beyond all the pleasant distractions, my mind constantly thinking of him, he make me feel like a person…while with him, I can forget my cursed heritage, and be just Kain, myself, no other titles. Even when he calls me nicknames, like puppy, it’s more… cute then a jarring reminder, and, it shows he accepts that part of me…probably more then I accepted it honestly. But…was that love, or, was it just a crush? Was it even that, was it just being really close friends? I mean, it’s not like before Noel I had a real friend before… And what about Noel, did he feel the same at all? Even at my most pessimistic I have to admit he at the very least cares about me great deal…as evident by me being in this house at the moment. I also know he worries about me, that’s he’s willing to listen to me about anything, and that he even gets angry when I get hurt… I can make his heart race with nothing but a bit of truth and teasing, he doesn’t mind, and even likes me nuzzling up to him, and he has no qualms using me as a pillow…but, is that just him being a really close friend, that doesn’t mind getting touchy-feely with people, or, was it more..? Even if it was more, would he want that with a half demon, or a male...? ARGH! This issue, going backwards and forwards in my mind, what did it even matter? Did I need to know if I loved Noel to just, appreciate this time with him right now? No. Heck, for now, just as long as I could spend time with Noel like this, if he continued to care for me and made me feel like a person and I could continue to care for him, to be close to Noel, for now, that was enough. After all, why should I care for some word to affect the here and now with this fantastic person? Despite my self-reassurance that it didn’t matter for now if I loved him, or, if he loved me, even with my heart finally slowing a bit as a yawned, one question refused to die in the back of my mind, one I didn’t have an answer too yet. Do I love him? |
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