ShinjisGirl

A girl walked down the street, her old leather sandals flip flopping in an echoing cadence through the silence. She wore not much more than worn black rugby shorts, and old t-shirt and a zip up hoodie from some long forgotten concert back in the mists of time. Her reddish brown hair caught the early evening light and blazed like a prismatic fire of swirling strands in the gentle breeze. The world around her seemed to bristle with fresh sensations and her entire being seemed beset by pins and needles. Her peripheral vision seemed to crawl like millions of tiny ants making a quick line to a sugar cube. Shining colours and finely buzzing lines.

"Alright. Whose turn is it next...?" The teacher tapped her pencil on the desk as she ran a manicured finger down the list of names in front of her. "Ah, Elsa. Are you ready to show us your project?" "Of course I'm ready!" A voice called loudly from the middle of the class. At the sound of her name the little girl shuffled out of her seat, picking up the large box on her desk as she made her way to the front. The child was absolutely adorable; a six year old girl with the kind of cuteness where you just KNOW there had to be something devilish lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for even the slightest reason to escape. Cuteness like tha

>>A phone IM message conversation between Eduard and Tino later in the evening after Gilbert was asleep and Eduard got up to use the restroom... You were supposed to wait for me to have THE TALK with you. I got screwed. I have a bottle of lube for you. Torch is passed. Happy butt-... ... ... are you on top or bottom? E: Sorry about the talk, Ti. It just sort of happened spontaneously when I got all down and walked away because I thought he may have just been using me to get his isa off his back. And I know you guys don't like Gil much either, it seems, so I didn't really want to bother anybody too terribly much. Long story short, he came rig

Eduard was stirred from his musical reverie by Gilbert reaching down and grabbing a handful of his posterior with that impish laugh which now brought a smile to his face as opposed to a gulp of dread. "Jaa. I could use a bit of a lie down after earlier. Still a bit fatigued." Eduard agreed, walking a little gingerly as they retrieved their refreshments and climbed the stairs to their new sleeping area. The evening sky stretched out across the ocean around them with the vast, infinite twinkle of stars and space. It nearly took Eduard's breath away when he saw it. "Holy unnamed element 117! The view up here is fantastic!" The blond commented in

 ---Mathias and Siguard's wedding had been saved for the very end of the festivities as theirs was well and truly for real. Afterwards the couples all felt themselves taken up in the sway of the undeniably sappy music. Dance and conversation washed over everyone--- "I pity Feliks and Toris." Berwald remarked his new man-wife. "They have to share with Gilbert and Eduard. Maybe we can offer to drag up a couple of mattresses to the fly-bridge and let them choose who wants to sleep up there for the night? Just a thought." Berwald voiced gently playing with the hair on the back of Tino's neck. "Sounds like a plan to me." Tino purred at being t

…a little while later out on the main deck… Mathias rolled out the serving cart, and propped up his iPod in the stereo-dock. He'd created an entire playlist by raping iTunes before they'd left on the boat for as many corny love songs as he could find, ESPECIALLY the all-time classics. Elvis? You could bet he was there. It was bound to play through for about three hours before it began to repeat, because of course they might want to keep the mood at least that long... he knew he did... it was his and Siguard's actual wedding night after all. "This is going to be great min kaere." He purred to Siguard, who was too busy using his own

"Fuck. Birdie!" It took a moment for Gilbert to react to what was going on, but when he saw Eduard get up and begin walking away, something inexplicable ticked over in his mind. He'd seen people walk away from him dozens of times after he took his leave of them, but he'd done nothing of the sort this time. Go figure. The one time he got his shit together and was actually serious about someone, his reputation ends up coming around to bite him in the pasty white ass. "I suppose they were right, weren't they?" The words stung more than they should have and left the albino with an odd hollow feeling in the pit of his gut that he most definite