Let Me Love You: 1Chapter 1"Junk
Yknow, not all those letters are junk, said a voice from across the hall.Theyre junk to me, another envelop was tossed to and landed on the pile, now classified as garbage. What was the use of sending these letters? It wasnt as if they were going to be kept forever. They were sent in bulk, read, thought of, and then pitched into the bin. Lilith was just helping the process along by skipping a couple of the steps.The short haired girl had been sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the stockpile of notes, adjusting her glasses as they slipped down the bridge of her nose, when the owner of the house came in and took the seat across from all the sorting.But theyre not even for you, Morrigan noted as she reached over and took one of the letters from the table. In her usual apparel of a white airy blouse and a pair of close fitting hip-huggers, the older w
No name. Story.The lights overhead flickered and died leaving the bodies in the room to themselves. One on palms and shins crawling to the One standing with its back to the door.The smell of thunder filled the air and with gods' light, lighting crackled outside of the dull dust painted window. You heard the energy grow and explode into heat. The sound must have been too much for the doll of the twin, its mouth parting and twisting, harshly drawing breath. The One with its back to the door stood, fixed in place, eyes only for its doll.There must have been holes, it thought, back hugging the door hearing the gargle of fluids and air slide down its doll's throat. The sound continued going on what seemed as eternity. And eternity of drowning in a pool of your life. An eternity of want. And then it screamed.Mind shattering as it was, the one with her back to the door pulled out a man made article of this time. Being that she only practiced with it once a hundred years ago, Violet mentally checked the m
Phoenix Down Soup1st EntryI didn't want to come here.To end up…here.I never wanted anything to do with him.But as always; I had no choice. I never have a voice in anything.It's like someone up there just hates me, right now.Yea. It's better than being an orphan…But to live with my brother? Something has to be wrong with that.It's just something about him that's not right.I was more than happy when he moved out 4 years ago.When m o mWhyI just cant get over it.They weren't supposed to be there.If I wasn't sick in some hospital 2 states away. They wouldn't of have to fly over to see me.It's my fault they got on that…plane.I'm sorry. Mom. Dad. I0o0o0o0o0"Foods ready. When you're finished," a voice came from the door."Yeah. Okay…thanks," a little annoyed, Sasuke replied. He hated being interrupted mid thought. Yet here his brother comes waltzing in, killing the mood."What d'you put down today?" Itachi walked deeper into the second bedroom, now his younger brother's,
Trying to Multipara "rp"A bow out of courtesy. "Of course, M'lady." A gesture of a well mannered man. "Oh, how your beauty captures my heart tonight." Movements; slight movements of the waist and the hands. Dark amber eyes that lead to the depths of his forever unwavering; unchanging soul. His expression had to be articulate and well defined in order to fill the requirements of a mortal man. The women always seemed to have this sense of a person, just by their actions. Actions; certain fluxuations in his movement had to be just right, and imperfection had to be put away; hidden from all peering eyes. All of his demonic flaws were sheilded away; beneath his icy alabaster skin. The men, the women, the overpowering aroma and scent that these mortals gave off, would drive any vampire to their knees. However he was no ordinary immortal. "Ah, Madam Price. I have heard so much about you. What a lucky night this is." Her hand, he took and laid his kiss upon her skin. Not too long, for she might realize the difference
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