Quick heads up that Anzu's birthday is the 18th of August
Would anyone be interested in doing something for it?
Hostshipping Drabble #3?The words she said resounded in my mind 'We'll be here for you' she said in a calm manner. I wanted to believe her, I wanted to feel accepted. Considering what I've become however, I couldn't will myself to feel that way. I raked my claws on the wall uncaring of whether or not I'd be yelled at by my father. I smiled. I had to be kept in this house all day. I wasn't considered 'stable' by my own father since I awoke 2 nights ago.
I waited impatiently for the night to fall and welcome me with it's blanket of cold and protection from the rays of that dreadful sun. Before I could even make it to the door however, I was greeted by the very one who intended to keep her promise. "Ryou?" She called with that sweet little voice of hers. From the shadows I could see her perfectly, that optimistic but worrisome gait, and the slight hesitation in her eyes. Leaping out of the shadows, I gave her quite a shock. Stepping back, she stated "You startled me! But it's good to see that you're well rested
The musings of an unforgiving rejectI tried my best to let go. I would often support her no matter what her decision. And yet rejection was always such a bitter pill to swallow. Even if it was clear that I wasn't compatible with her, to think that that monster was sufficient only enraged me further. As he continued to live on in this little city, the bodies piled up. No one considered that it could be a preternatural being. Téa and I were the only two who knew of his true nature, she because she chose to be with him, and I because I found out as I watched him rip apart my past lover.
Téa tried to defend him in saying that he has moments of instability, but I'd never listen. That vicious smile that he wore as she writhed and screamed under his hold was appalling. I kept watching and for my sake I shouldn't have, because he began to laugh as he pulled her neck off of her body, holding it up over his head lapping up the blood as it fell on his blood ridden face.
Tonight would be the night where he would fall,
Hostshipping DrabbleShe gave me a smile of reassurance. I knew then that it was okay. I didn’t have to hide it anymore. I could be myself around her, and only her. Every time the wounds would get worse, she wouldn’t cower in fear, only hold me closer. I would often hear her whisper “It’s okay. I know it’s been hard for you, and you’ll be able to control it better, right?”
It didn’t get better. No matter how much I tried to push her away, no matter how much I dug my claws into her, she still stayed. She stayed with me until the moments before her passing. With her blood on my hands I could never reconcile for my past mistakes.
I don’t know if I did it just to honor her, or because I truly feared death in its entirety. Either way, I’d be forever hunted by the one whose love she disregarded for that of my own. With a stake in his left hand and a cross in his right, he hoped every night that he’d cross me and hope to reduce me to ashes. He merc
Deserted Distractons (Chapter Nine)
Ryou stared down at the Millennium Ring on his chest, unable to believe his eyes. Now that he saw it, he could feel it too: the weight of the heavy gold, the chill of the metal through his thin undershirt, the bit of the leather cord into his neck. Yet just a moment ago, he had felt nothing. He would have laughed at anyone who suggested he was wearing anything at all around his neck, let alone the Ring. He rubbed at his forehead. As his hand fell, it brushed against the Ring. Ryou flinched at the familiar feel of its cold spikes.
How had it gotten here? He wracked his brain. He remembered showering and getting dressed this morning. He'd swear he hadn't been wearing it, not this or any other morning. He knew he'd never put it on. But there it was, gleaming in the pale light of the library, like a figment straight out a horror moviethe one that played through his nightmares each night. He shook his head. "It's not possible. It can't be How ?"
"Does it matter?" Téa wa