He's nothing, really. A hack, a fool, the quintesence of bastardliness. He's never thought more then such... Until now ( Read more... )

Tell me you're happy with me, she whispers. Tell me I've pleased you, she pleads. Tell me you love me, she gently plores him. And he does. With fingers through her silken locks, a soft growl in the dark of night with hot breath against her shivering neck, and in warm, dark, ever-changing eyes he gives her every bit of him, and hopes that it can ( Read more... )

It didn't happen how it was supposed to. No, not even close, not by a mile, a long-shot, the barn's broadside was completly and utterly unscathed. And he sits here staring at this wondering why it won't come to him, because it was most certainly a night that should have gone -that way-, but went that way instead, and it left him upset. See, -she- ( Read more... )

He wears a ring because someone taught him to love, once. It's rather striking, small silver and knotted and bright against the crisp brown and green and black Battle Dress Uniform, like the sudden gleam of a barbell caught by the smokey eyes of the one student who decided she'd pay attention in World Lit today. A silent scream piercing the fields ( Read more... )