LoveLove.Love by ~imsoemokthx
Such a simple, short and pure word and –oh- so easy to utter. What does it entail, though? What does the word –encompass-? When it's breathed; shared between two people, is it something that connects the two on a different level? Is it something one can feel without the other? I don't think that anyone truly knows the meaning of the word – and it's not because no one can define it, it's merely because it's defined –differently- for each and every person.
Is it that moment when you look at that person, unblinking and not without awe that you experience it? Is it when he kisses you? Pressing his tentative lips up against yours and taking a hold of your heart, soul and your entire –being-? Is it that interruption in time when you realize that there's not –one- thing you would change about the person in front of you? When you've decided that you're going to accept every single last one of his flaws and wish to nurture all of his virtues?
What does –falling- in love even entail?
Blood MagicShe stood in front of the mirror that stretched from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. For a moment, she just watched herself. Her light blue eyes moved about the reflection, taking herself in. She wasn't -bad- looking. On the shorter side for a woman. She turned just slightly, looking at how the tight pants she wore hugged her womanly curves. There weren't many, but what she had was enough to suffice. The pants stopped right beneath her belly button, which was exposed to the droll, London light which could just have easily been described as overcast or a rainy day. Showing off a little skin, were we? A smile lit up her face for a second, but just as quickly, it was gone. Covering her chest was a white tank top, which struck brilliantly up against the dark, black color of her pants. It was one of those shirts that fit her perfectly; as soon as she'd tried it on in the store, she knew that she had to own it. It was nothing special, just a typical camisole - however, it coveredBlood Magic by ~imsoemokthx
Short (Insane) StoryShe closed her eyes and looked up at the sky. It was raining, so the water hit her face as she spun around, arms stretched out until she couldn't reach any further. The Elven girl would appear delirious to anyone that was watching her from afar, and by all accounts, she -was-, but in her head, what she was doing made sense. Around, around, around in circles across the forest, as if a silent song was looping inside of her head.Short (Insane) Story by ~imsoemokthx
She could almost picture him, the way that his face was contoured; the way that the corners of his lips quirked upward into a smirk; the way that his hat laid ever so tilted atop his head. She could remember the way that the man smelled, as if his fingertips were always on fire. She loved that smell, and she didn't dare to ever forget it. A deranged smile spread across her face, flashing her dangerous looking canines to anyone who happened to be watching her. She laughed then, giggling childishly. He was back, and he had proved that much to her only two nights ag