Tonight, We Will Be TogetherEach day, I tend the sacred flames;Tonight, We Will Be Together9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the ritual no longer holds much meaning for me.
I burn only for him;
think only of him.
(my beloved Leander)
I whisper his name in smoke,
an incantation of longing and desire;
offering my blood in hopes that Aphrodite
will smile upon our secret; protect our fragile love.
Our eyes meet in the temple-
silent promises passing between us.
Furtively we touch fingers,
'Tonight' he whispers,
and my heart fills with a quiet joy,
my mind racing with anticipation.
My lover swims in the darkness,
across the vast Hellespont.
(muscles rippling powerfully,
I blush to think of what lies ahead)
I stand at the top of my tower,
my lamp his beacon.
I watch for him,
filled with a longing so deep;
I feel it must consume me.
When he climbs onto shore,
I race down to meet him,
and we fall together onto the sand...
The gentle winds move restlessly over us,
as we love each other
under the watchful skies;
whispering words of devotion.
PromptPrompt7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius Black sat by himself on a bench in the courtyard. He was sitting hunched over, twiddling his wand with his fingers. His book bag sat at his feet, contents spilling on the stone floor as he waited. What in Merlin's name was taking James so long?
There weren't many other people in the courtyard. Sirius found himself exceptionally bored, but James had asked him to wait there. Sirius let out a loud sigh.
He watched as Severus Snape passed through the yard, hunched over and tightly hugging his books. He walked at an awkwardly fast pace, his eyes toward the ground.
Sirius found himself annoyed at the sight of him. Why did he have to walk like that? And his books- who carried their books like that? How it irritated him so. He just wanted to smack him right in that great giant nose of his. As Snape walked by him, Sirius gave a flick of his wand, and Snape tripped and fell to the ground.
Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. "All right, Snivelly? Better watch where you're going next ti
SweatThe middle of her back developed a bruise from the excessive injuries she was incurring that day. He kept her pinned to the hard, wooden floor, his larger and calloused hands gripped her smaller limbs with little difficulty. Ambivalence shone in her irises, the rebellious indigo giving her captive a dangerous warning.Sweat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He narrowed his eyes and smirked deviously; he had triumphed again. He leaned down toward her, moisture from the tips of his chocolate-colored tresses dropped deliciously onto her cheeks and neck. "I hate you." she spat, bangs concealing her eyes.
The young man chuckled at her insult, amused by her vulnerable state. He initiated a rough kiss on her soft lips for a few moments before breaking the contact. His lips still lingered above her own, briefly touching, "I hate you more."
Tears with silent wordsTears with silent words11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay here in the shimmer of the soft moonlight,
Cold tears run down my face as I hold my pillow tight,
Now I only feel safe in the harsh dark of the night,
Once so sure…suddenly I'm like a puzzle being ripped apart,
When it comes to my life I don't know where to start,
What I've been through and living with is crushing my heart,
People look at me and see a girl that laughs, smiles, flirts,
I put on an act and make people believe that nothing hurts,
But that's like being buried alive 6ft under the dirt!
Chinese Water TortureChinese Water Torture10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chinese water torture
I could never figure you out.
Will I ever be able to?
You are…unintelligible to me.
But thoroughly, THOROUGHLY
An unwritten script…
The conclusion….if my discovery process continues on its
course, will not be in
my lifetime. You are
And while you exist, your discovery shall
I shall go
insane, I say…surely I shall
lose my mind if this goes on.
Nothing. No patterns. No signs…
No way for me to tell what will happen with
One day, love…
figure you out.
Will I still be inte
Draco Loves GinnyA hushed silence settled amongst the somewhat anxious cluster of Hogwart students as their train finally pulled into station and came to a screeching halt. The onyx machine gave one last creak as it released a gust of steam from beneath, then finally settled to allow boarding. Before the iron doors leading into the passenger compartments were drawn back, the crowd began to part like the Red Sea to allow passage for Draco Malfoy or be shoved out the way by one of his cronies lumbering beside him.Draco Loves Ginny8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Draco Malfoy struck a pose as he caught a glimpse of himself in the silver railing of the train, then innately a smug grin ripped onto his pale, handsome face. Puberty had done him well over the summer by adding him a full four inches of height and sculpting firm muscle upon his tall, lean body. At the prime age of sixteen he was now beginning to shape into a man similar to his father, and the fact he was now a Death Eater only accelerated his transformation.
Amongst the crowd was a transfer st
Love is not a PrerequisiteLove you,Love is not a Prerequisite8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you said to my chest.
JokeTitle: JokeJoke5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: not much
Summary: Tseng cracks a joke. No, really!
A/N 1: We used to tell that joke when I was a kid I didn't get it then, and I don't get it now. Swedish, English, Wutai it's just not funny!
A/N 2: There really used to be a record company with that name .and that slogan
Dedication: To hubby, for telling me about that company!
"So, I'm gonna go to the Golden Saucer on my vacation," Reno leaned back on the comfy leather seats of Rufus' limo, blowing a smoke ring and smiling lecherous, giving the other males expectant glances.
Tseng and Rufus didn't look up from the paper work they were going through and Reeve was reading a comic.
Whining a bit, Reno turned big eyes towards Rude, who smiled faintly.
"All right, I'll bite. Why the Golden Saucer?"
"'Cause there's a lot of *slots* there, so I'll be sure to *score*!"
Snickers and grins broke out from the assembled males, all except Tseng who frowned and snatched the ci
Lunch breakTitle: Lunch break.Lunch break8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Renos hair ruffled slightly as another bullet narrowly missed its mark. Damn, he grumbled under his breath, and the day started out so good. Reno shifted a little farther down behind the upturned venders cart he was currently using as a refuge from the incoming fire. The men across the street from him had gone silent and he could only assume they were reloading. Reno used the temporary reprieve to scout his surroundings. He needed a better place to hide than this. The lull in violence would only last so long and his makeshift cover was quickly deteriorating under the hail of bullets being directed his way. Who knew that getting lunch would be this dangerous? The day had started out well enough. Reno had actually managed to get out of bed and arrive at the office only a few minutes late; he had discovered long ago that Tseng would decide the impending headache of chewing on him wouldnt be worth it as long as Reno was only tar
Soldier's SaunaTitle: Soldier's SaunaSoldier's Sauna5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Soldier 4-some
Rating: Um, some hanky-panky spanky...
Summary: Four Soldiers. One Sauna. Lots of beer.
A/N: This is actually really how you you use a sauna. *ponders* At least that's what they told me .
"I fail to see the point of this exercise," Sephiroth frowned slightly, fiddling with the towel over his shoulder. "It all seems utterly unhygienic to me."
"I agree," Genesis pouted and crossed his arms, his towel hanging loose on his hips. "Are we supposed to just sit in there and sweat together? How disgusting."
Zack rolled his eyes, hitching up his towel.
"C'mon guys," he grinned. "How can you even say that? I mean, it's not as if we haven't sweated together *before*, in all kinds of circumstances "
"That is different," Genesis sniffed. "When we're fighting or fucking, sweating is a *by product* of the activity, not the sole purpose of it."
"We've shared every other body fluid there is! We've bled on each other, dried each
HickeysTitle: HickeyHickeys7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: You *really* dont want to know. Sephiroth centred
Summary: Sephiroth meets his match
Authors note: Im going to die impaled on Masamune. Yup.
Dedication: to Xxrosi-chanxx Yeah, you know why!
It was usual for the entire Soldier dining hall to go quiet when General Sephiroth entered, part myth and part the undeniable dangerous physical presence made even the greenest of rookies pipe down at the sight of the silver haired wonder. Some stared at the living legend, slack jawed and awestruck, others, a bit more experienced, simply lowered their voice a tad.
But never before had such a stunned and confused silence spread over the hall as today.
It was the first time in three days ever since he came back from a mission somewhere far out at sea that Sephiroth graced the hall with his presence. The General ignored the stares as he helped himself to quite a large amount of food, but he looked tired and
SnowballsYazoo blinked awake and stretched out his body, waking up lazy joints and muscles feeling them pop and arc with him. The room was nice and warm despite it being below freezing outside, sandwiched against his youngest sibling under heavy blankets. It was no surprise Loz was already gone, he was always an early riser. An impatient child, feeling like he was going to miss something if he was lazy and slept in like his brothers. Yazoo ran a brush through the cascade of silver hair matted from their games the night before. As much as he enjoyed the nightly romps in sweaty sheets he hated the knots that it left behind. Kadaj loved pulling his hair.Snowballs7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Below them the bar was already hopping with life as old friends crammed around tables sipping cocoa and tea reminiscing of old times and those days yet to come. Well, Yazoo mused, at least it was nice and quiet up here, he wasn't one for crowds.
Or, maybe not.
"YAZOO! KADAJ!" A heavy weight suddenly descended upon the sleeping Remnant,
A Filthy HabitTitle: A Filthy HabitA Filthy Habit7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: cute, but lost of swearing
Summary: Drabble. Someone in this fic has a filthy habit, but Im not so sure its Cid
Authors note: mmmm .jam-covered Cid .
Where the sweet fucking Hell are they?! Cids roar from upstairs the Inn made all of Avalanche jump high around the breakfast table, even though they should be used to it by now. This routine had been repeated with disturbing regularity these last weeks.
Why do you keep doing this, Vincent? Tifa asked, rather annoyed as she had managed to spill coffee all over her when she jumped. You will never get Cid to stop smoking.
Especially not by stealing his cigs and denying him his morning smoke, Cloud added, shaking his head. You know it makes him furious. You know what will happen.
Vincent shrugged, not meeting anyones gaze.
Its a filthy habit, he muttered
Always Here-ZemyxREAD COMMENT FIRST PLEASE!Always Here-Zemyx7 years ago in General More Like This
He sat in the corner, crying, his arm bleeding, his razor discarded to the side. His arm had multiple cuts that were deep, the blood running down his arm. He was thinking that he might die of blood loss when he noticed someone someone coming toward him. "Stay away..." he said shakily. The person knelt down in front at him and cupped his cheek, caressing it while his other hand accidentally brushed against his blood. He breathed in sharply and held his wrist with one hand and reached down with the other hand to trace his arm. "Stop..." he said trying to pull his arm away. Demyx held his wrist tighter (not that he needed to) and ran his fingers along the deep cuts. "Why...?" he asked shaking his head and tears forming in the ridges of his eyes. Zexion's head dropped and he didn't answer. "Zexy?" ...no answer..."Zexy..." ...stil no answer..."Zexy..." Demyx said before he realized Demyx was unconscious.
When he woke
TornTitle: TornTorn7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: Nc - 17 just some swearing
Summary: Vincent is torn, Cid is good at mending
Authors' note: Ramblings, again, and awfully cute
Feedback: Will be adored and squeed over
Muses: All the Valenwind love Ive been getting these past few days!
Alright, take it off. Cid said with a tone that indicated that protests would be pointless.
Vincents eyebrows almost touched his hairline.
I beg your pardon? he managed. He had a feeling that if he turned around, hed find the entire Avalanche staring at them after Cids comment, but Cid seemed unruffled.
Yer cloak. And yer bandana. Theyre all torn to shreds, and its fucking embarrassing. Ya look like some bum.
That was a bit too much to hear from a man with perpetual oil stains all over his clothing, but before Vincent had time to snap him off, Cid wavered a secret weapon under his nose. The needle glimmered and trailed crimso
The Devil's Shot Glass - I ~ C H A P T E R - I ~The Devil's Shot Glass - I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Devils Shot Glass.
Seemed like a reasonable name for a bar in this part of town. Dark and unscrupulous and so downright dirty you had to fight the urge to run home and jump in the shower. The smell around here was damn overpowering too. You could practically taste the foul mixture of blood and alcohol and urine that stained the streets. Handfuls of seedy looking characters loomed in the shadows, their hollow eyes watching your every movement with a sort of twisted hunger that would make your stomach churn.
I didnt mind, though. I grew up in places like this. Dank and dirty and unforgiving. Probably why I was so messed up myself. I didnt exactly inherit my love of alcohol, cigarettes, and rough sex from my old man. It was th
Christmas Wish - GiftIt made me so happy. He would be home for Christmas, after years of not being able to. I never thought that Id be in this position, living a relatively normal life. I had remembered fading into the Lifestream, where Jenova was waiting, ready to re-claim my mind to twist. It seemed as though the Lifestream had a plan of its own. It reacted so violently to fight off Jenova that it released several occupants from its grip.Christmas Wish - Gift6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was where the story, my story, the beginning of my new life, began. I had remembered it being cold, even in my warm leather outfit. I couldnt open my eyes, but I remember a familiar voice talking in the background after a thud. From what I remember Big Brother telling me, Reno had found me, and had called him while nearly having a heart attack. The day before Christmas had been when Zack, Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal, my two brothers, and I had been reborn, to say the very least. Sephiroth had seemed to regain his sanity, but guilt immediately set in a
Murder on the dance floor 1Title: Murder on the dance floor 1Murder on the dance floor 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: RufusxCissney (wtf, het?! I do this only for you, Mommy Silver ), implied RenoxRude (because it wouldn't be me if there were no yaoi)
Rating: worksafe, some hanky-panky, no spanky
Summary: For MommySilver who won the 41 500 kiriban and wanted Rufus, Cissney and Ballroom dancing. Sorry it's so long, as always Reno and Rude tried to kidnap the fic.
"Aw, was' wrong Cissney love?" An extremely insincerely smiling Reno flopped down on the chair next to Cissney even as Rude took a more sedately seat opposite her. As by magic, the employer's lounge was drained of gossiping desk workers; nothing emptied a room as quickly as a gathering of Turks.
Scowling at him, Cissney took refuge behind her coffee mug.
"None of your business, Reno." She muttered testily.
"I'm making it my business. You're the bait in our little team work group. Can't have you frowning like that or people will realize how dangerous you really
Bittersweet Melodies -Zemyx-The sound of sweet, yet sad, music floated through the hallways of the Castle that Never Was. Said music was coming from the only musically talented nobody, the Melodious Nocturnes, room. The blonde mullet-haired boys head was bent down, eyes staring at the ground, fingers flickering over the strings of his precious sitar. His back was resting on the wall where his bed was. He always liked to play his weapon on his bed, liking to be comfortable in doing so.Bittersweet Melodies -Zemyx-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Normally hed be smiling, trying to play new songs and making up the lyrics to them, but that was weeks ago. For the past few weeks, he had spent his time in his room. It had been a week since there was a letter from the Cloaked Schemer to him, or even the daily reports from Marluxia to the Superior on that kid they were observing. What was his name again? Demyx paused in his music for a second. He thought and thought, but he couldnt remember, so he continued his music, his thoughts somewhere else. Said though
FlawHe'd never been the smart one. Always several steps behind his brilliant brothers. He did as he was told and asked no question, for he truly wouldn't understand the explanations anyway. He was geared to be a warrior, a brainless musclehead with no purpose but to swing his fists and kick his feet. A fighter, not a schemer, not a seducer, not anything his absolutely perfect brothers were. Of the three, he was the most flawed. Even the scientists in the Labs made fun of him for it, calling him brainless and stupid. A waste of precious oxygen. His brain didn't develop right, they told him, so he would always be a little slow. He didn't like being slow. Kadaj got angry when he didn't understand things the first time and it wore Yazoo's saintly patience having to break up the arguements between them.Flaw6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Loz would sit with Kadaj and watch the youngest man carefully plot out their next maneuvers, meticulous to the finest detail thinking of everything ahead of time. He didn't like thin
NightmareHe was exhausted. Dried blood caked his clothes, hidden in the black jacket that graced his body, and stained the white shirt. Tseng had thought that at first it had been his blood, until the redhead said "Mission Completed, bossman." It had taken longer than expected to actually kill those who needed to be assassinated for the good of the world. They had been quite elusive, all five of them. Tseng had dismissed him when he was handed the small detailed reports Reno had had in his hand, written in messy sleep-deprived handwriting. He turned around, sapphire eyes half closed. His apartment wasn't too far to walk to, just down the elevator, and three blocks awayNightmare6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hissed voice made his eyes jerk open, having almost fallen asleep on the elevator ride down. Eyes jerked around to determine whose voice it was. There was one problem with that. No one but him was on the elevator. He groaned slightly, leaning against the wall again in the farthest corner from the still
WingsTitle: WingsWings6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Enide Dear
Summary: One mans hell is another mans heaven
A/N: I have to stop abusing the words seem, seemingly and so on .
Vince? Vince! What are ya doin in there?! Cid banged on the Inns door.
Go away, Highwind! Came the muffled answer from within muffled but still clear enough that Cid could hear the way it almost cracked with fear and desperation.
I aint goin anywhere! He said stubbornly, his worry for the gunman raising several notches. Are ya hurt? The last fight against monsters had been a nasty one which was why they were now resting up at this Inn in the middle of nowhere.
Silence from within.
Look, Vince. Cid shifted, disliking the silence even more than the previous fear. We all kind of owe ya, ya know. If ya hadnt turned into that Chaos-demon wed all be pushing up daisies by