too much rp.
this is what happens when I get to play Kirito ><
these lines were said by Sue, she allowed me to quote ^.^ thanks honey!
anyway's Kirito's POV.
and the rest is up to you
There was a time when he was mine.
Even if for the shortest of nights, he belonged to me.
He offered me a beautiful trip through his world, through his dreams and illusions.
Taking me away from the reality that slowly yet surely made me cold and distant.
At that time, he owned me.
I surrendered to him, gave myself to him willingly.
Unable to refuse him, his sweet taste, his addictive charm.
At that night nothing mattered.
Nothing besides us.
His skin warming up against my own.
His eyes burning down through my every fiber, setting me ablaze.
His fingers touching me with a great shyness, something so innocent and still so deliciously consuming...
His lips moving against my own in a haze, gently brushing against my cheecks, sliding down my neck.
His breath mixing with mine....
It happened so long ago.
But sometimes that night comes alive in my mind, and I see it in my dreams.
Haunting me, mocking me...
Making me realise that I will never experience something as beautiful as I did then.
Now, there is another one that wakes up next to him.
To a sight I only had once adored.
There are someone else’s fingers touching his skin.
That softness that puts satin and silk into shame.
His lips spill kisses over a different face...
Not mine.
They whisper another name.
...
I always held an unimaginable grudge towards my name.
I loathed it.
But when he whispered it, when it washed over my ear in a way only he could breath it out...
It was more perfect than anything I had ever heard.
For a short night he offered me a safe heaven.
He gave me his warmth, his pure embrace.
Made me feel alive for the first and last time.
It’s different now...
YOU are my best friend
That I am and yet how many times I failed him…
YOU know me
Do I…. do I really?
Do I still know what ligeres on the bottom of his soul?
Can I still hear the whispers that his heart breaths?
YOU have seen all of me
I’ve seen him cry, laugh, sleep.
I know the little sparkles that appear in his eyes when he smiles for real.
How he rubs his temple when he’s tired.
I’ve seen all the colors he is made of.
During that night all those years ago, he allowed me to bathe in them.
I’m still at his side.
After all, I am his best friend.
I still want to be there if he ever burns.
To give him wings when he looses the strenght to sore in the high skies.
To touch his face and whisper that tomorrow will be good for something.
It’s not my privilege to do so, though.
I need him to breath.
He needs me, because I am his best friend.
Love is love...
But how many different shades it has, I learned only now.
When I hide my feelings deeply, and pretend that the past never happened.
R&R?
these lines were said by Sue, she allowed me to quote ^.^ thanks honey!
anyway's Kirito's POV.
and the rest is up to you
There was a time when he was mine.
Even if for the shortest of nights, he belonged to me.
He offered me a beautiful trip through his world, through his dreams and illusions.
Taking me away from the reality that slowly yet surely made me cold and distant.
At that time, he owned me.
I surrendered to him, gave myself to him willingly.
Unable to refuse him, his sweet taste, his addictive charm.
At that night nothing mattered.
Nothing besides us.
His skin warming up against my own.
His eyes burning down through my every fiber, setting me ablaze.
His fingers touching me with a great shyness, something so innocent and still so deliciously consuming...
His lips moving against my own in a haze, gently brushing against my cheecks, sliding down my neck.
His breath mixing with mine....
It happened so long ago.
But sometimes that night comes alive in my mind, and I see it in my dreams.
Haunting me, mocking me...
Making me realise that I will never experience something as beautiful as I did then.
Now, there is another one that wakes up next to him.
To a sight I only had once adored.
There are someone else’s fingers touching his skin.
That softness that puts satin and silk into shame.
His lips spill kisses over a different face...
Not mine.
They whisper another name.
...
I always held an unimaginable grudge towards my name.
I loathed it.
But when he whispered it, when it washed over my ear in a way only he could breath it out...
It was more perfect than anything I had ever heard.
For a short night he offered me a safe heaven.
He gave me his warmth, his pure embrace.
Made me feel alive for the first and last time.
It’s different now...
YOU are my best friend
That I am and yet how many times I failed him…
YOU know me
Do I…. do I really?
Do I still know what ligeres on the bottom of his soul?
Can I still hear the whispers that his heart breaths?
YOU have seen all of me
I’ve seen him cry, laugh, sleep.
I know the little sparkles that appear in his eyes when he smiles for real.
How he rubs his temple when he’s tired.
I’ve seen all the colors he is made of.
During that night all those years ago, he allowed me to bathe in them.
I’m still at his side.
After all, I am his best friend.
I still want to be there if he ever burns.
To give him wings when he looses the strenght to sore in the high skies.
To touch his face and whisper that tomorrow will be good for something.
It’s not my privilege to do so, though.
I need him to breath.
He needs me, because I am his best friend.
Love is love...
But how many different shades it has, I learned only now.
When I hide my feelings deeply, and pretend that the past never happened.
R&R?