As My Black Heart Beats Ch. 3The drowsy sun hung lazily in the sky, heaving slow breaths as it gave off morning's first light. Emerald eyes snapped awake in response to this sunrise, as though waiting for the first chance to pop open the next day. Warmth washed over the pink sheets she was laying underneath and drenched her face with sunlight. Her goldenrod hair lay spilled across her pillow, and her hands, tucked snugly under her cheek. The meister then made an attempt to climb out of bed, swinging her legs so that her feet touched the cold tiled floor. After maneuvering in such a fast and sudden manner, she winced, realizing that she was still plenty sore from her toll-taking victory just yesterday. Despite the previous pain, she made to a stand and walked over to her bedroom door, locking it as she began to change from her yellow and green sleepwear to her usual striped tie, sweater-vest, and red and black plaid skirt, and fix her hair into her two traditional ponytails.
Once fully dressed, the scythe-meister q
As My Black Heart Beats (An SE CroMa Fanfic)Darkness coated day as a black shroud, seeping in every last drop of light until the world was blind. A specific pink-haired meister stood in the cruel midst of it, indulging in the sweet cool breath of the nightly abyss. Like a drug, it swept throughout his entire being, soothing his troubled mind, and putting his conscience at ease. The subtle pulse of his faint black heart's beat gently lulled him to an unconscious state of moral sleep, his body still being used, but as a puppet's would. The lullaby of the heartbeat then stopped altogether, no longer needed; as his body was already in possession of the demon within him.As My Black Heart Beats (An SE CroMa Fanfic)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The demonic figure's pupils faded into the whites of his eyes, so that only a distant outline remained of them. Liquid black poured over his hair until it dimly shone an eerie ebony. Drippy wings of the same hue painfully sprouted from either of his shoulder blades, protruding stories high above the lanky figure from which they came. As his transformation became comp
As My Black Heart Beats Ch. 4At that moment, the blonde meister had remembered the fact that she had not eaten anything since she had woken up. She was contemplating getting something to eat when her stomach emitted a clearly audible gurgle.As My Black Heart Beats Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The swordsman's gaze immediately shifted to her mid-torso. “Y- You're hungry, Maka.” He looked back up into her eyes, concern lowering his eyebrows, though it was difficult to distinguish due to his eyes' natural slants. He knew very well what it was like to be hungry, and how painful it could be. He did not want Maka to have to feel that kind of pain.
Maka's eyes closed once again, eyebrows angled slightly similar to his. “Oh, it's okay, Crona. I just forgot to eat breakfast this morning.” He gave her a dubious expression. “How about you and I go back to my apartment and I'll cook us and everyone something to eat, 'kay?”
His posture lightened, as well as his face. He didn't care if he got anything to eat; he could go days without food. The
As My Black Heart Beats Ch. 2A horrific screech impaled the air with a fear-filled pitch of anguished despair and utter pleading denial. The one who had sounded the shriek sat bolt upright in his bed, pink locks disheveled, and tear-streaked eyes bloodshot. The meister slowly curled his legs up to his chin, shivering at the treachery his mind had just dreamed up. He bit down on his quivering lower lip as he futilely tried to hold his tears in, until he had given up and they ran coldly down his cheeks. Weak whimpers of guilt escaped his closed mouth.As My Black Heart Beats Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A slight pain soon wrenched at his spine, telling him that his sobs (and his screech) had woken his partner. “Crona, what the hell?! I don't care how sad you are, quit crying in the middle of the damn night!” The miniscule demon sprouted from his back and started relentlessly pounding his round fists on his meister's head “It makes it hard for me to sleep, moron!” He said slowly, as though Crona's mind was a delicate bomb, ready to explode any s