Shades of Eternity Ch 2That's where my story came in. It had started out more as a journal, really, but then it transformed itself into something much deeper and darker. It was as though I was trying to put my mind on paper. That idea, though, was rather ridiculous. There was no way I could ever really put my thoughts on paper. Paper could be read and my thoughts were mine alone.
I flipped open the tattered and 'well loved' journal that I kept my story in. It was decorated in a unique way, the cover was less drawn on than carved into with flowers and random designs that spoke of long days full of boredom and ink-less pens. Biting the back of my pencil, I began:
Amona picked up the rose that had fallen to the floor, gasping when a thorn pricked her finger, leaving a trail of blood down the green stem. Her eyes were drawn from the flower upward when the cool voice of her lover called from the balcony above the great entranc
Fingerprints (Sirius/Remus)Fingerprints still burn against Remus Lupin's flesh. Careful imprints by fingers that have long since faded. Fingers that will run no more along his skin, causing shivers in their fiery wake. The warm body that should lie next to him is gone. The cascades of silky black hair and the laughing intelligence of molten silver eyes, both toxic and enthralling, are lost. Whispers of sweet nonsense muttered in the dark of the night are lost to his ears. Those whispers that mean nothing and everything to the man. The wolf howls relentlessly inside him, but the man is numb.Fingerprints (Sirius/Remus)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It is not grief that Remus feels, it is emptiness. Where there was once a heart, oblivion settles. The thief has taken the heart behind the whispering veil where the man knows he cannot tread. The wolf does not care, it wants its mate. The wolf does not understand. But the man does. Th