Dude. Been a while, eh?
So: new obsession=D.Gray-man. Because oh my god I love it. Allen Walker. And Rabi. And Rhode Camelot. gIYGFiehf3ek. Let's all have an orgy. New OTP's go along with this, no?
Anyway:
Arcane Discourse is for HieixBotan. Lovelove.
Miles To Go will be a multichapter HieixBotan. How exciting.
And this is for Allen/Rhode, new OTP, and as DGM does not have a section in ff.net, I'll just put it here.
He still felt the contact. The warmth. He had never before held the feeling of it in such low regard.
“I feel warm, don’t I?”
“This is the feeling you get when one human touches another, isn’t it?”
The sensation of her arms encircling his shoulders still lingered, as did the knowledge that these arms resembled snakes (they twisted and choked, suffocated) closing in, and yet at the same time, he felt that human warmth.
“Allen?” Linali touched his forehead, timidly checking for a fever.
He flinched away from her fingertips (they were warm), apologizing as he realized his folly. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”
She wasn’t convinced, but let it drop.
Allen remembered these conflicting natures, and he remembered her words to him, sadism intermingled with some strange breed of regret.
“You’re so kind, Allen.”
End.
...
Kind of creepy, but you gotta love it anyway. I guess.
These are only two, and still not the best, but I got 'em up here.
This one got a pretty funny reaction on the ichiruki comm.
Profile practice. Not particularly awesome, but I was proud of it at the time.
This is all for today. Ta!
Anyway:
Arcane Discourse is for HieixBotan. Lovelove.
Miles To Go will be a multichapter HieixBotan. How exciting.
And this is for Allen/Rhode, new OTP, and as DGM does not have a section in ff.net, I'll just put it here.
He still felt the contact. The warmth. He had never before held the feeling of it in such low regard.
“I feel warm, don’t I?”
“This is the feeling you get when one human touches another, isn’t it?”
The sensation of her arms encircling his shoulders still lingered, as did the knowledge that these arms resembled snakes (they twisted and choked, suffocated) closing in, and yet at the same time, he felt that human warmth.
“Allen?” Linali touched his forehead, timidly checking for a fever.
He flinched away from her fingertips (they were warm), apologizing as he realized his folly. “Sorry, it’s nothing.”
She wasn’t convinced, but let it drop.
Allen remembered these conflicting natures, and he remembered her words to him, sadism intermingled with some strange breed of regret.
“You’re so kind, Allen.”
End.
...
Kind of creepy, but you gotta love it anyway. I guess.
These are only two, and still not the best, but I got 'em up here.
This one got a pretty funny reaction on the ichiruki comm.
Profile practice. Not particularly awesome, but I was proud of it at the time.
This is all for today. Ta!