babies, why do i abandon this?
THE FOLLOWING IS ME ATTEMPTING DISJOINTED WRITING. I'll MAKE IT AWESOME LATER.
Also, the Fairy Tail fandom makes me write so much more. I love it. Especially these two. Mystwalker ftw.
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He was always so clean. So kind. So… So perfect.
It made her sick.
Because she was dirty. And she knew she was. Not just from the mud that stained her skirt as she followed her prey down for a killing blow. Or the blood that soaked into her crimson hair.
She was flawed on the inside, while he was just the perfect human being.
And she hated him for it.
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“Erza, are you alright?”
No no never alright just go to hell already and stop being so damn better than all the rest of us
“Che.” Not even a word. She couldn’t fully answer him with actual words.
She wanted to defile him so much as she glared at him.
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She wore her scars with pride, and showed off her curves like a common whore.
He was such a modest person, compared to her. Then again, most were. Her pride was her vice, and his humility was his virtue.
His perfection made her feel her own flaws all the more.
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“I hate you,” she hisses before claiming his lips in an attempt to bruise him, to make him dirty like her.
She was too far in hell to be saved after all. All she could do was drag him down with her.
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Also, the Fairy Tail fandom makes me write so much more. I love it. Especially these two. Mystwalker ftw.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
He was always so clean. So kind. So… So perfect.
It made her sick.
Because she was dirty. And she knew she was. Not just from the mud that stained her skirt as she followed her prey down for a killing blow. Or the blood that soaked into her crimson hair.
She was flawed on the inside, while he was just the perfect human being.
And she hated him for it.
------
“Erza, are you alright?”
No no never alright just go to hell already and stop being so damn better than all the rest of us
“Che.” Not even a word. She couldn’t fully answer him with actual words.
She wanted to defile him so much as she glared at him.
------
She wore her scars with pride, and showed off her curves like a common whore.
He was such a modest person, compared to her. Then again, most were. Her pride was her vice, and his humility was his virtue.
His perfection made her feel her own flaws all the more.
------
“I hate you,” she hisses before claiming his lips in an attempt to bruise him, to make him dirty like her.
She was too far in hell to be saved after all. All she could do was drag him down with her.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.