I Knew I was Missing SomethingDark Pit sat there watching the water bravely attempt to touch him before it was frightened away and withdrew back to the ocean. The sea glistened before him while it stretched out to the other side of the world. He watched as the waves seemed to beckon him forward, as if it was drawing him towards it. The dark haired boy felt his feet carry him into the ocean until it reached past his ankles. His red lifeless eyes continued to watch the waves as if he was in a trance.More Like This
There was something about the ocean. There was something about it that made him visit it everyday and just stare. Maybe it was the hypnotic waves or the sound of them crashing down. Or maybe it was the fact that he desperately wished Pit was coming home from one of his journeys.
The dark angel sighed and closed his eyes as he felt the familiar sting dwell behind his lids.
All his “friends” told him it would be okay. They told him to move on and that time heals all wounds. They were wrong. It wasn't okay. It w
Tied up at the officeMore Like This
It was Tuesday. Tuesday was a lot of things in the lair of B. For Donna it was, well mostly another day at the office. An office where she also just happened to live.
For Donna Muffletine, secretary extraordinaire. What was more important then the fact it was Tuesday was which date and what time, exactly, you were talking about. Punctuality, neatness and facts were her bread and butter. Traits certainly appreciated by Tarja, the resident grouch. Or, perhaps not so much the grouch as the anchor that kept a boat full of crazies from shooting off into space. It really depended on how you looked at it.
To Donna a Tuesday was a list of appointments, schedules and phone call. Or rather e-mails, as Donna tended to have a habit of wearing ball gags during work hours, making actual conversations a series of mumbles and the other party looking confused. Coupled with the eerie feeling that whatever Donna just said, was probably right.
Then there where Meetings. Sometimes a meeting was simpl
MxDG(3)que le podra decir??.despues de que la pelea graciosa termino don gato,la pandilla y lucy/nyu se fueron a caminar.More Like This
cucho: oye don gato la manera de que piensas y te sonrojas a la ves,era de que gustas de ese chico no??.
don gato:-se sonroja nuevamente- emmm cucho no se de que hablas.
lucy/nyu:ah no creo que mientes ayer devuelta me encontre con ese eztupido pajaro y me dijo que gustaba de