Of War, Love, and Dokuganryu 3
Date Masamune's Point of View
Sighing I uncrossed my arms and moved to the place where the timid woman was once standing. "Oh man. How troublesome." I muttered while looking around. The dark clouds rolled across the skies as it became late into the night and the air was cooling. I looked down.
Resting on top of the sand covered ground was a light pink, almost white, comb in the shape of fully bloomed Sakura blossoms. I crouched down and picked it up. Small little red stones were placed at the tip of each petal and varied in shades. It was very elegant and lovely. Turning around did I walk back to the room I was staying in; the comb clasped loosely in my hand. Now I know I'd have another chance to talk with her if this happens to be hers, which I have no doubt in my mind that it is. I turned and just stood there on the porch; leaning against a pillar.
Looking up at the full moon I just stood there for a minute or two. It was such a nice night out. But something felt w
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It was strange, to say the least, wandering through the paths that led to the Survey Corps. HQ. It was a large old castle, planted in the middle of nowhere… Why was I even here? I’m apart of the Garrison, not the Corps.. “[name]!” Oh… That is right. My twin sister wanted to bother me on my only day off.
The tall, crazed, female scientist ran down the path I traveled up, nearly frightening my horse in the process, as she knocks me off the saddle. “S-Sister! Please get off of me! This looks wrong!” I shouted, startled myself as my twin hovered over me, her russet fringes tickling my cheeks.
“Awe, but [name]! I haven’t seen you in forever~” she whined, pouting a
A Princess' Outlaw: 1A Princess' Outlaw: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Name: Mai Valo (Dance Light)
Age: 18 ½
Birthday: October 31st
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color/Style: Black, wavy, down to her mid back.
Cup size: C
Eye Color: Blue on the outer ring, green with a ring of amber around the pupil.
Orientation: Half Finnish, half Japanese.
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I drew my hood over my head to hide my face as the cool wind danced across my flesh. It was still pretty cold even though it was no where near as cold as Helsinki. I cupped my hands together and blew into them as it started to sprinkle. My face was flushed and my breathing labored. Grabbing the straps of my bag I took it off and leaned against the wall, digging through it for something.
The rain started coming down harder. I shivered as I started to wheeze. My vision started going blurry as I slid down to sit on the cold sidewalk. My knees were tucked up close to my chest as I craddled the bag in my lap. Warm tears mixed with the cold rain as it ran down my
[AT/WT] Lose You Tonight - Punk!Levi Oneshot[AT/WT] Lose You Tonight - Punk!Levi Oneshot8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Short black painted nails tapped rhythmically on the counter top of the quaint little café’s bar, as the young man stared off to the side, silently waiting for his coffee. Though, normally a tea drinker, he always made the exception whilst visiting the hole-in-a-wall café. For one, it marked the halfway point between his apartment and the local college campus, two, it served good quality drinks and pastries at a reasonable price, and lastly—
“I hope I did not keep you waiting too long, sir.”
Lazily the young man dragged his sharp gray gaze up towards the cheerful sun kissed face of the lone barista the worked here. “Hardly. Also, how many times have I told you to just call me Levi? I hardly fit the role of a ‘Sir’ after all…” he commented, closing his eyes as she softly sat his drink down
A Princess' Outlaw: 3A Princess' Outlaw: 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Me and my friend were talking back and forth as we drank our soda in the food court. My friend, Ann, was reading the latest Revolver Magazine whilst I read an old copy of Metal Hammer. Inside was a small article about one of my favorite band's frontman's daughter. She just looked so pretty and had an amazing taste in clothes, make-up, and hair style. "Why cant I look like her? She has such an exotic like beauty!" I whined to my friend as I flatten the magazine out in front of her. Ann looked from her magazine and scuffed slightly. She was overly jealous of the young woman's popularity and beauty.
"I don't see how you can like her. She's only famous cos of her mother and father. If it wasn't for them no one would look her way. She has not talent." Ann stated. You see, Ann doesn't like anyone with black hair. Let me reword that. She doesn't like any women with black hair. Ann is one of those bleach blonde-blue eyed-hourglass figured bombshells. But she hates every last little bit