Kesa and MoritoI.
The next day
When the sun shone through the cherry blossoms
And the footprints of last night had almost faded
They found the man
Lying on his bed like a paint-stained leaf
Encircled in red
Like a pool of colored tears
A ragged hole in his golden heart
He was smiling that night
Maybe he was dreaming
Of the rivers singing in the sun
And the chrysanthemums blooming in spring.
In the same house
In the next room
They found the woman
Her mouth as wide and pained
As the gaping hole in her stomach
Her husband's old knife in her hand
Her eyes are lunar eclipses
The same ones she feared as a child
In her caretaker's arms
The lamp behind her is turned off
She looks dreadfully ugly.
Under the bridge
Whose completion we celebrated
Many nights ago
There flows a river
Where the lillies were plentiful
And where we had found him
Limp as a dead fish
He smelled of blood and rivers
And a married man's wife
The sword he often used
Is right there just by the old tree
SwingsThe black-haired child is sitting down demurely on the swing's seat, clutching onto the chains that make its strings with both hands. He has a quiet, almost emotionless expression on his face as his brown eyes watch the leaves fall off the trees in front of the swing set; he is almost like a still statue. For a while he stays like this, as quiet as mouse and not at all looking away from the falling leaves, before finally deciding to swing himself over the ground. Kick forward, kick back, kick forward, kick back, and soon he is swinging. However his swings are short and low; not at all the almost-flight the older boys have in their turn on the swings. Yet he silently pushes himself, adding more force to his kicks (it's still not working, but he tries) in an attempt to gain a better momentum.Swings4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What are you doing?"
The boy slows down his swinging and looks at the other boy before him. Older by a few years, taller, with bright green eyes, thick eyebrows and hair the color
Tales in One SentenceTales in One SentenceTales in One Sentence4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If Ludwig heard another "Ne, ne, Ludwig!" from Feliciano, he might just as well explode.
Antonio was supposed to finish up all the tomatoes; but remembering his little Lovino, he decided to save them for him.
*draw with me
Most other men would probably find drawing nonsense doodles with their younger sisters embarassing, but Vash wasn't at all among them - on the contrary, he prefered wasting time with Lili on doodles rather than anything else.
*on discussing current events
After that last, rather messy World Conference, Ludwig made a rule that if ever they were discussing the current, they should, as much as possible, not bring up the past.
Look beyond his giant smiles and his boisterous laughter, and you'll see that, just like his Pacific brothers and sisters, Yonsoo is quite broken and tired.
*why you shouldn't allow a cat inside the room
"FRANCIS, YOUR BLOODY CA
Strike Up The Band"Oi, what it takes to get a drink in this damn city . . ."Strike Up The Band4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"It's the Prohibition, Arthur-san," Kiku sighed as he watched his friend pour himself another glass of moonshine. The Englishman had only about two small glasses of the thing, and already his face was as red as the circle on the Japanese flag. "It's illegal to drink alcoholic beverages, let alone supply them." As he said this Kiku couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite. Here he was, giving Arthur a lecture on following the 18th Amendment, inside a speakeasy that supplied said illegal alcoholic beverages. The Japanese man couldn't help but sigh and facepalm in his head.
Why am I doing this again?
The sounds of glasses clinking on tables, liquids being poured into containers, obnoxious laughter and idle chatter surrounded the two friends. From where they were Kiku could hear the loud, albeit slurry, voice of Arthur's American cousin ringing through the room, calling for a game of cards or something like that
Every Little Thing She DoesSubtle.Every Little Thing She Does4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The word fits her very well. Subtle. She's so quiet and gentle in whatever she does and everything she says. Her eyes aren't as expressive as others. Her voice is softer than butterfly's wings. Her style is what others would call plain. She doesn't speak as often as other girls do. She carries herself very daintily. Her laugh is the quietest laugh I've ever heard. She doesn't turn heads when she walks down the street. She doesn't attract attention wherever she goes. She's just there. And yet I can see the subtle beauty and goodness she carries around with her. It's exhilerating.
My time at Mr. Ivan's house has taught me to look more at the little things. Back in his house it was forever dreary and cold. It was a hellhole that froze you up instead of burning you down because of the constant fear and worry that you might do something that would make Mr. Ivan pull out his steel pipe on you. Even though my friends Toris and Eduard were with me throughout the whole thing, it was sti