She sat beside him, wine in hand. Sip. Pause. She looks up at him. He was looking back at her, a gentle smile on his face. It felt at this point the pair had been longtime friends. They, of course, had only known each other for weeks- but to her? He felt like an old friend. Someone she could call on, and someone that would always call back to her. There was a gentleness about him and a contentedness that settled between them, even late at night, when she was kind of drunk and he was kind of lonely. The stars sparkled overhead, each one telling it’s own story. Adeyice would look up at them, pausing to push her glasses up. Ctesias sat, silent as always, enjoying the moment; enjoying the wine. Adeyice enjoyed him, but he didn’t know that. All he knew was that she was that she had been hurt, and the mixture of alcohol and the nighttime sky seemed to be the only solution she had. Wine was always the solution, right? She turned to him, smiling briefly. He was her rock, even if he didn’t
She took a deep breath. The night had been long. Again. She hadn’t slept. Again. This time, she only saw his dark eyes when she closed her’s. The look on his face played time and time again. It was that same sick feeling. The looming illness that painted her world black. Her eyes were red, her face was hollow, void of all emotion aside from empty. Dawn had come. She knocked on the door, her body flush with the frame. He asked her to help. Was she here to help? She lofted both brows, looking up when he unlocked it. He was taller than she was, right? She couldn’t remember. When he opened the door, she exhaled. It took all she could to keep from crying. She must’ve appeared gaunt- tired and somber. Perhaps anxious? “Kalivath.” She broke the silence. He watched her. She used two dexterous fingers to push back a stray curl. Her pallid countenance came to life, a vivid pink settling over her features. “You’re early.” Was all he said. She moved past him, almost surrendering, but kept
Love.
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 takin
She 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 se
She 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.
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 th
Leona and Xin Zhao's Wedding by imsoemokthx, literature
Literature
Leona and Xin Zhao's Wedding
Leona had to face her parents. Despite her almost immediate decision that she wanted to go through with marrying Xin Zhao, her parents had decided that he was not the man she was to marry. They had some good points; he was much too old for her to begin with, and that much was true. He may not have the ambition or personality that they thought suited Leona, but she felt differently and she knew it deep down in her heart of hearts.
Xin hadn't taken the news too well. Once she told him how her parents had reacted this morning, she was able to see it in his eyes - he was saddened, but he also had hope that she would be able to talk them out of s
Akali looks over the piece of paper with a sigh. How could things go this far? How could things get so out of hand? She knew it wasn't right, but she'd let it run it's course, and now things were becoming real. They were becoming difficult to deal with, even. She'd never backed down when faced with a challenge, and she wouldn't now, but in the back of her mind, she was aware that she could have single-handedly prevented the whole thing with just a simple 'no, thank you'. But no; she had to be curious, she had to push things a step further, and she'd ended up here, with a piece of paper in her hand orders to meet with the head of the Ki