There's a rise in her breath as she takes the first step on the first step; somehow, that's funny but nowadays, everything seems funny.

The world is black and gray, blue and purple, red and orange; an ever shifting bucket of crayons that is never ending to her and her fellow surroundings.

She has many different names: Clarice, Gabriella, Laura; ( Read more... )

There are no words as he begins to dance.

His hips gyrate in a slow motion, lips licking seductively, eyes grazing across the naked body of his lover as the music caresses their skin, locked in a hypnotic trance of passion, lust and, want.

Sadiq reaches for Heracles, his body hot to the touch as feather light fingers grasp it, eager to capture the ( Read more... )

Author's Note: So yeah. PB n' J in a fic, lolwhut? One of my friends wondered this in an AIM convo we had; I took it to the next level. Enjoy :D

The first time Peanut-butter met Jelly was on the second week of December, the tenth to be exact.

It was not love at first sight, Peanut would tell Jelly later on, but Christmas ( Read more... )

               There had always been war.

Wars had existed before he was born, before any of them were born; it was simple fact and a cruel fate none of them could escape from.

He didn’t think it would come to this though.

Never.

Germany paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing ( Read more... )

  I hate mornings.

Honestly, I abso-fucking-lutely HATE them. If you didn't get it from the obvious title, my toe is now bruised thanks to my annoying alarm clock. Word of the wise: when your alarm clock rings, throw it at the wall instead of knocking it on the floor tripping over it. It's a mood killer to the extreme.

Writers block is really ( Read more... )

 Gabriel left the apartment without a word.

It hadn't hurt this much since his last incarnation and even then, he hadn't been like this.

The memories he kept so carefully hidden under lock and key were resurfacing and he couldn't do this all over again.

Not without Peter.

He knew he fucked up, fucked up big time during one of his incarnations ( Read more... )

There are two places Gabriel visits each time he is reborn. The first is untouched by modern society; the second changes every time he visits.

He visits their lake first and looks at tree where the faded words lie, emotions hidden so well resurfacing once more.

He misses this, he misses them; he wants to feel Peter and see him with his own eyes ( Read more... )