truly cold...? Tiny red ripples emerged on the surface of the murky pool as another drop entered its depths. Yet another spiraled down from the heights above to disrupt its serenity. Their source hung a miniscule distance above the surface. The blades usual silver gleam tinted red by the liquid now dripping from its razor point. Crimson rivulets lined its two-foot span, leading up to a hilt of onyx hue. A ghostly white hand grasped the smooth surface, its grip loose and relaxed.More Like This
The pale skinned man swung the sword towards its sheath and slid it in. His voluminous black sleeves snapped in the wind as he turned about to view his "artwork". His thin lips creased into a smile, distorting the clean-shaven face. He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes, his black hair falling away from his dark eyes, reliving his most recent pleasure.
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Cyrus flopped onto his bed as soon as he entered the room. Exhausted from a long day of work in the field, the 17-year-old wished he could just sleep right then. But alas, he still had a grueling four-hour sword lesson with his father. His sandy brown hair and five foot seven figure was well built and tanned from many days in the sun. His muscles were finely toned from the sword lessons that he received every day. "Stupid traditions," he thought to himself. "What if I don't want to learn how to fight? But no… father says every man has to learn how to fight." And he was still grumbling as his father lumbered into the room. A big man with dark brown hair that still wasn't graying, his father resembled a bear standing in the doorway.
"Come on, get up, ye lout. Ye know yer not done yet," grumbled his father.
"And I'll never be done," Cyrus added in his head, "Awww, c'mon, Dad. Can't I just have ONE day off?"
"That's what ye said yesterday and the day before that and the
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Would you still kiss them?
If my last words were slurred
Would you still miss them?
If my hair was matted
Would you still say it shined?
If I was really moody towards you
Would you still be kind?
If I tripped down the stairs
Would you still help me to me feet?
If I was an hour later to dinner
Would you still wait for me to eat?
If I lost a huge game
Would you still cheer me on?
If I was afraid of the dark
Would you hold me 'til dawn?
If I couldn't stop crying
Would you still kiss my tears away?
If I died tomorrow
Could you still live another day?
I guess what I want to know
Is how it would be
If I weren't perfect like you thought
Would you still always love me…?