A Touch of Red Chapter 1Chapter 1 AppearancesA Touch of Red Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Green eyes blinked in the light spilling from the window. They shut immediately, as if denying the fact that morning had arrived once again. As the light persisted to irritate the closed eyelids the owners hands went up to gently brush his hair out of his face. The fingers were careful so that no strands where broken as they caught in a tangle. One eye squinted open to take in the rich red color. Sighing, the body was shifted to lay on the stomach, away from the offending light.
Oh this would not do, he would be late for work. Again. A scolding was fun once a while but not every day. With a dejected posture the body was force to comply and rise from the warm sheets. Long crimson hair fell around him as he took a few wary steps. Slowly the lithely figure stretched and yawned loudly.
Bathroom, yes, he needed to make himself beautiful for the long day ahead. No one was allowed to lay their eyes on his disheveled appearance as it was now. Light steps passe
Imposition: Chapter TwoAlan Humphries had, over the last few years, felt more than his fair share of pain. Most of it, however, had nothing against the back of Eric's serrated blade being slammed into his stomach to stop him running forward any further. The wind was knocked from him and, stumbling from the pain, Alan's footing on the roof they were running across dislodged. He fell to his knees, tearing open the trouser knee of his left leg and almost fell sideways off the side of the roof had Eric not grabbed his arm at the last possible second. His scythe clattered down the rooftop and to the floor below as Alan wheezed in pain, feeling his chest ache with the pain of laboured breaths. He cast a scowl at a guilty Eric.Imposition: Chapter Two3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What are you doing?" Alan ground out, closing his eyes tightly in pain as Eric guided his head to his chest in an apology.
"You weren't supposed to fall. Are you okay?" Eric gripped both his shoulders, slowly dragging Alan back as he did so.
"I'm fine, but why did you do
Problematic: Chapter Thirteen"I hope it hurts." Grell spoke to no one in particular, a grin on his face as he watched the wagon heading down the road come ever closer to the man they were watching. William inclined his head sideways slightly to look at Grell out of the corner of his eye.Problematic: Chapter Thirteen3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I've noticed that you don't hold men of God in high regard." He noted, eyes back on the road as Grell gave a scoff.
"And why should I?" He answered smartly, watching as the wagon turned the bend. William felt as though he was watching everything rather slowly, desperate for it to hurry up so he would know whether they needed to judge sooner rather than later. A young woman standing near the priest tilted her head in the direction of the oncoming wagon, and the two Shinigami watched in frustration as she merely stared at it for a moment before shouting towards the priest. And then, as if he already knew what was heading towards him, the priest stepped back and allowed the wagon to pass by him, narrowly missing him by inches
Imposition: Chapter OneGrell had disappeared.Imposition: Chapter One3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Completely and utterly disappeared.
William wondered if he should start attaching large wooden signs to his employees; ones that couldn't be removed with anything less than the saw that Eric used as his scythe. It wasn't as if they didn't know exactly where the man was, per se. There'd been around ten of them at one point in a single district of London searching for him, but with so many other Shinigami present it was hard to pinpoint an exact location, and no one could actually see the redhead in the sea of blondes, brunettes and less-than-glaring redheads.
Yes, wooden signs with their names on seemed to be the solution; you couldn't hide in a crowd with one of those on. He frowned; they'd probably need something different for Alan, since he probably wasn't strong enough to actually have one stuck to his back all day. Maybe a piece of parchment sewn onto the back of his suit jacket?
Either way, it was more than disconcerting to realise that
Writing Tips, Finding A MuseI've read a lot of tutorials on how to write and about one or two on overcoming writers block but none have really helped me in the past. I'm not the best writer in the world, but I'm going to give you some tips on approaching writing and some cures for those bloody annoying writers blocks!Writing Tips, Finding A Muse4 years ago in Writing More Like This
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
1a. Bouncing Idea's/Chat To A Friend
1d. Extreme Emotional States
1g. Prompts/Time Limits
1h. Real Life
1i. Take A Shower Or Bath
1j. What Ifs
2. Approaches To Writing:
2a. The "Wing It" Approach
2b. The "Thought out" Approach
3b. Character sheets
4. Other tips:
4d. Spell checker
1. Beating Writers Block And Finding (New) Inspiration:
It happens to everyone and they are a bitch to get rid of. I've come up with ten ways to try and get the creative juices flowing, they have all worked for me but they may not for you.
Problematic: Chapter FifteenWhen Grell awoke, it was quickly and suddenly, and from a dreamless sleep. He immediately felt surrounded by the calming scent of parchment and wooden furniture, and it took him a moment to realise that it was because he'd fallen asleep wearing William's suit jacket. Somehow, during the night, the jacket had moved from around his shoulders and up near his head, effectively covering his pillow. Grell had buried his head in the fabric, and once he'd awoken he'd decided to quickly remove it from his head on the chance that William was watching him and disapproving.Problematic: Chapter Fifteen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When he sat up properly in the bed, however, his gaze locked on William, still sitting in the window, asleep.
Grell held back a laugh, eyes skimming over the rest of the room and looking, with surprise, on a set of clothes near the fire. He gave a frown; William had to have left at some point to go get those clothes. He hadn't slept that heavily had he? He hadn't even counted on sleeping at all, let alone sleeping so hea
Problematic: Chapter FourteenHe was running, fleeing desperately through underground corridors to attempt to find a way out. Auburn hair had been dyed blood red, the blood of those who had captured him. He was giggling manically, raw fear embedding itself inside him as he remembered strewing them all across the rooms of the deepest parts of the tunnels. He'd done it so viciously that he'd not been able to tell which limb belonged to which torso by the end of it. His fear was showing through his giggles much more evidently; he was scared not of what he'd done, but of how he'd not been fazed at all by it.Problematic: Chapter Fourteen3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He stopped his running when the lanterns in the tunnels all blew out, and a terrible sound escaped Grell's throat. A horrible, mangled cry of despair echoed through the tunnels as he realised that the candles had blown out because the door at the very end had closed. He was trapped, coming up short at the closed stone door that couldn't be opened from the inside. He'd killed everyone who'd known about the door;
Obsession-SebastianxCiel ObsessionObsession-SebastianxCiel4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's an obsession not being able to let you go
It's an obsession to watch you walk aimlessly, in order to keep you by my side
It's an obsession to keep everyone, even close ones, from touching you so, It'll be my touch the only one you you'll crave for
It's an obsession to thread anyone who so much tries to look at you, in my presence without you notice, and make sure that it won't happen again
It's an obsession to feel the thrill in my veins when I hear the shar
Problematic: Chapter 6William slowly folded his hands in front of his face, elbows resting on the arms of his chair as he rested his forehead on the thumbs of his folded hands. Vaguely, he attempted to remember just how he'd ended up where he did.Problematic: Chapter 64 years ago in Drama More Like This
After Grell had collapsed, he'd pulled the tie off quickly to help him breathe, only to feel something wet on his hand that had been holding the redhead up by the waist. It had turned out that, during the quicker movements of the fight, Grell had received several wounds from the demons nails and had also accidentally cut himself with the scythe he was using. The rush of adrenaline that the redhead had experienced had numbed him to most of the wounds until directly after the fight, where he had lost too much blood to keep thinking coherently. His black suit jacket had hidden the blood, and what the redhead had thought was a ridiculous amount of sweat was in fact his own blood.
William could only scoff at that; oh how that redhead was an idiot.
Problematic: Chapter 7Grell stared wistfully into the mirror of his shared room, eyes locked onto his own reflection as a small frown graced his lips. He could see William moving around behind him from the reflection, placing things around the room in a need to do something, and gently throwing the odd bag towards the door. There was a bundle of sheets near the door, in which was wrapped up every strand of Grell's hair that had been sliced off from the nape of his neck downwards. Just under a metres length of bloodied, crusted hair was wrapped up in there, the remnants of the fight with the demon visibly gone from him apart from a few cuts on his ribs that hadn't healed fully.Problematic: Chapter 74 years ago in Drama More Like This
It had been three days since his tresses had been cut away, and only now had he dared to face the mirror. Grell ran his fingers through it at the back, oddly fond of the messy style and thankful that, even though it was short, it was still glossy and soft. He had to admit, William had done a good job of getting rid of only the
A Touch of Red Chapter 2Chapter 2 LongingA Touch of Red Chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Red hair flowed free as he sauntered through the office space. He had a destination in mind as he had every day. Deep down he was sure it was appreciated. That it was a moment eagerly awaited upon. That it held a special meaning for the one he chose to see every day without fail. Every day. For months, years, centuries. Of course he would never show it. But there was always the glimmer of hope that one day, hopefully soon, he would. Admit that a touch of red, that emotions, that he was longed for.
He smiled to himself, today would surely be a perfect day. If not yesterday or the day before, surely today. It had to. A glimpse of the one he adored met his eyes, a tall man, clad in a flawless black suit, as always. Glasses in front of cold green eyes, eyes that could see into his soul. Gloved hands, always gloved, holding papers, lots of papers, flipping through them with a sense of deep concentration. O how he longed to know how those hand felt. But no he could not get
A Touch of Red Chapter 8Chapter 8 AngerA Touch of Red Chapter 83 years ago in Drama More Like This
Blood red drops on his desk. Small drops, that had spilled from his finger, a small delicious sensation of pain. The giggle had faded and was replaced by silence. A silence filled with yearning, a yearning for more. Blood was whipped away with a soft paper, hands once again hidden beneath black gloves. Boredom turning to irritation. He knew why the irritation was there, it was born out of frustration. Frustration for everything he could not have, could not be, for the person he could not have.
Teeth gritted in his mouth. Without distractions his mind once again, as always, went to...he probably hadn't even noticed he hadn't visited him today. That his work had been done perfectly. That he had not been bestowed with his voice. Bastard. Brows furrowed, irritation turned to anger. He never cared for anything more than his damn work, never for him, never. Anger.
He must stop this, he needed to be rid of him, needed to concentrate. Why won't he look at me? Why won't he remem
A Touch of Red Chapter 5Chapter 5 ConfrontationA Touch of Red Chapter 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
White walls skidded past as he made his way down the corridors. Heart fluttering in anticipation. Eyes sparkling with joy, body almost not able to contain its energy. He must have opened it by now, he must have seen, he must have understood. A smile crept onto his face, widening as he drew closer. And he would finally be able to touch him, kiss him, love him, live with him, have his children, grow old with him. A small pink hue colored his cheeks.
As always he opened the door without permission. As always his eyes went straight to the collected cold man behind the desk. As always he felt his heart soar.
"Good morning Will~", said with a huge smile, with adoration. No time wasted until he stood in front of the desk, shifting his body just so, hand on hip, a loving look through thick lashes.
"Good morning Sutcliff, can I help you?", asked as a matter of fact, eyes never leaving the papers.
Smile still held in place, lashes batting. "O, I missed you. And I just wan
A Touch of Red Chapter 3Chapter 3 MemoriesA Touch of Red Chapter 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Yellow and red leaves were slowly replaced with white, pure snow. It slowly drifted down from the sky and landed softly on the ground. Hiding what was beneath. Like he did, like he always had. It would have been so simple, just say a few words and what he felt would be known. But he couldn't. A rejection to that would be too much, no better to remain silent. Eyes looked out of the window. Out on the white snow. Today was a special day, a truly special day. He had become a full-fledged shinigami all those years ago on this day. And he had been overtaken, beaten, made submissive A gloved hand brushed through the long red hair.
The focus shifted from the scenery to his desk. On it a small thin box had been placed. The content had been lovingly selected over days. With utmost care. With hope. It was covered in the most beautiful red paper, he had made it himself. Painfully colored it. The intricate ribbon had taken days to perfect. Now there it was, the result of hi