to all the dreamers:
go ahead and build your air castles;
let no one tear them down.
you are just as strong as they;
but your armor doesn't show.
Untitledyou are still a pack of lies
like cigarettes or cynicism
but I will paint my blood (by numbers)
to make you stay
[if we always love what kills us--
then why don't I love myself?]
I trust you--a Tower of God fanfic (chapter 1.)“I trust you.”
Three words. Three syllables. And from Khun, an ocean of meaning.
Khun, who trusted no one—from him, the words meant just as much as any “I love you.”
Love could be fake. Trust could not.
Khun trusted him.
Bam stared up into the artificial night sky silently, his hands gripped tightly on the railing in front of him.
He'd messed up, that much he knew. When Khun had whispered those three words, as intimate as an “I love you”, he hadn't known how to respond, hadn't known what to say back. Looking back to the words, three hours ago, Bam began to notice the parallels between that lovely lunch between the two of them, and the date he'd had with Endorsi.
Had that been a date? Bam had accepted Khun's invitation innocently enough; after all, they were teammates. Had it been something...more?
Khun couldn't actually like him that way?
The sheer impossibility of it almost made Bam laugh. Surely Khun had
Untitled“We are alone in the universe.”
The announcement shocks me, not because of the meaning of it, but rather because of the forlorn tone of the speaker's voice. Amelia stands, silver skin gleaming, like a woman whose partner just died. The robot--my robot—is saddened by this realization too.
Against all odds, we are completely, unsolvably alone.
Silence reigns in the room as I turn back to my work.
“Maybe...perhaps the probe was faulty?” Amelia's voice isn't hopeful, and the gleam in her cyan eyelights is significantly dulled.
“It's the fifth one we've sent out, Amelia. It's against the odds that they could all be--”
“It is against far more astronomical odds that we are alone, Doctor Taso. We can't be alone.”
“We are alone. We have always been alone, according to the findings of the probes.”
“Don't you have any hope, doctor? Any..any doubts in your findings? Are you so secure in your infallibility that you would
Winter--6"Why?" my voice sounds small, or smaller than usual at least. The demon has been silent for the last twenty or so minutes of our walk, lost in thought, it seemed. I wasn't stupid enough to try to make a run for it--I know well enough that even distracted, he's more than a match for me.
"Why what?" still obviously lost in thought, he doesn't even look at me.
"Why are you kidnapping me?"
"I'm getting paid, why else?" a bit of sharpness enters his tone. Ah, so I've struck a nerve.
"Yeah but what kind of payment is worth committing a crime?" I don't expect an answer, so I'm obviously surprised when I get one.
"A wish. The Mother of Winter offered me a wish to get you back." He stares straight ahead, his eyes focussed on the distance.
"What wish?" Damn my curiosity. It isn't a good idea to piss off demonic entities, as I constantly remind myself.
"That is not relevant, child. Any wish I have can be granted by winter's Mother. No more questions. We're almost there, anyway."
Winter--5Chaos is a way of life. Unfortunately I was not the one that decided it would be my way of life.
But hey, I'd managed to run from the demonic-looking nutjob that had kidnapped me, so silver linings I guess.
I run through the forest quickly, though the terrain is rougher than I'm used too--my track jacket gets caught on a limb and I leave it; I have no time to stop and free it with that psycho probably right on my heels.
I realize about five minutes into my run that I have no chance. Like, guppy in a shark's tank level odds.
As much as I hate to admit it, Mr. body-mods is strong, fast, and probably not human.
I keep running anyway, my sweater getting caught and torn several times on branches. Even though I'm in track the terrain is cruel, and eventually I collapse bonelessly, resting my back against a tree.
Of course, that's when my personal psycho decides to appear.
A split forms in the air, dark red and angry looking. A second later he steps through and crosses his arms.
Winter--4The kid is awestruck, and rightly so. The forest around us tends to have that effect, at least until you're able to see through the glamour. I myself can, if only because I've lived here so long.
Even so, I let the kid keep his delusion.
He'll need it.
I unlock the car, and the kid immediately gets out, not even thinking of what might be lurking.
Teenagers. They're always so oblivious. As it were, the only thing lurking is my daughter, Lilith, her hair tied back in a long braid of brunette. She takes after me, but pointed ears peek through her hair, a sign of her half-elf heritage.
"Daddy! Welcome back." I make a small 'oof' sound as she tackles me. This was not, I might add, my most eloquent moment.
"No problem, Daddy. Well I should probably get back...papa will be worried and he's got his hands full with Luci and Noah..." with that, she leaves me and the kid alone. Except, the kid isn't there. A trail of footprints winds off into the forest.
Just my luck.
Winter--3."Are you going to kill me?" the kid looks way too frightened at that prospect. Ah, suburbia, making teenagers into deer since....whenever.
"No, kid. Not going to kill you." I slip my keys into the ignition of the muscle car I'd been loaned, ignoring the fact that I had absolutely no idea how to actually drive the thing.
"...but you're a hitman! Aren't you going to, you know..." he makes a motion, drawing his finger across his neck.
"No. And why aren't you impressed by my portal? I thought that was cool..."
"It was but I'm more worried about you killing me than some cross dimensional folding."
"Okay valid point. Now how to I start this thing??"
"You...can't drive? Who are you?"
"The better question is what am I." I pull off the cap that hides my hair and horns, and finally let my tail free of my trousers. I thank the gods I can even get it out, considering how tight the pants are.
The kid, true to expectations, backs away as far as he can, trying to exit the car. Thankfully, chil
Winter--2The kid is small, and I can't help but feel pity for him as he gets shoved around. Not enough pity to, you know, do something, but enough to realize that he reminds me of some people I knew.
Dammit. I was actually starting to empathize with this kid. Bad move.
I close in a bit on the kid, enough to intimidate the preps around him. He doesn't notice, distracted as he is looking down at his feet. Something told me the kid was way too used to this.
The kid, aka Sam Myrtle, aka Chill hangs a left turn into the guys bathroom. I decide that this is my moment to strike, catch the kid with his pants down as it were. And no, not sorry for the pun.
I step inside, and find the kid looking in a frosted-over mirror, crying. Damn, I thought I had issues. He catches sight of me watching him (and lightly cringing) and takes a step back, holding up his hands in defense.
"Get away from me! I'll fight back, I swear. I..I know judo!"
"No, you don't. I read your file, kid. Now c'mon, please st
Winter--1.Dear gods I hate the human world. It's hard enough to hide horn nubs and pointed ears, even without all the stigma about tails, not to mention holy water, churches, and pop culture references.
I hate it even more when I'm sent to the human world to find someone.
Have I mentioned that I hate faeries too? Because that's important, and if there's one thing I hate more than missions to the human world in order to find someone, it's missions to the human world to find someone who happens to be a lost changeling prince.
Yeah, I'm kind of having a sucky day.
I also kind of suck at looking like a human highschooler. Uniformly unique teens give me wary glances, sneering at my goth chic gear. Damn preppies.
In a streak of luck, at least I can track my target pretty easily. White-blonde hair, more white than blonde, covers his blue grey eyes. An overlarge sweater conceals what I know to be a pale body, the sleeves hiding his hands as well. I knew from his file that he had mostly A's in his
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfort
of being weightless in the sea.
Just floating there alone and undisturbed,
with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.
The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes you
while the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.
You feel safe and the options and life choices
no longer torture your brain.
You feel free, calm and sane
for that little period of time when nothing matters,
the pressure is gone and everything is fine.
The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,
not like a lover, but a healer.
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Dazzling ParagraphsI can feel the thunder in my mind and icy rivers in my veins.
The soft wind in my hair and the ocean's breath in my lungs.
I can still feel your burning touch in the cold, gentle rain.
And your hands, I can feel them everywhere and that makes me shiver.
I can feel the stars shake when you look at me in the dark moonlight.
I can feel those dazzling paragraphs that you write with your lips on my neck.
I can still taste that scandal that you call a kiss.
I write for you and my words are sparking madness in my heart and my soul.
I write about you because I know that at one time we had it all and that gives me hope.
I am a writer.And I don't even care
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.