Cradled In Love He reached out to touch her arm and instinctively, she pulled away, pretending to itch the back of her arm. The awkwardness was palpable but amazingly, created no tension. They were comfortable in the silence between them.Cradled In Love by CrisisKainota
He wasn't phased by the silent rejection, he understood her fear of physical contact. She had many walls she hid behind and he treated her much as one would a cat. With constant devotion, with care and love, holding on to the moments of attention like pearls from heaven. He was so taken with her at first sight, there was no questionable doubt that he wanted to be a part of her world. He was willing to be as patient as Job if it meant having a place in her heart.
Her sapphire eyes were piercing and he saw the universe in them. Pain, wonder, longing. When she spoke, it was as if he could hear angels sing. He would rarely say her name aloud, for fear it would tarnish the sound. In his head, her name was the very definition of love. She knew when he
Slayers Project - Ch 14 Fight Or...? The week seemingly flew by and between her day and night jobs, Renee saw very little of Zeke and nothing at all of Ephriam. Her anger at him had long subsided and she could tell something was weighing heavily on him. She hoped that the both of them having the day off on Halloween might give them a chance to talk but he was, again, no where to be found. She didn't want to use the Pact to make him come to her, feeling it might make things worse for him to think she was in danger. She took advantage of the free time to clean up her apartment and prepare for her shift at the bar.Slayers Project - Ch 14 Fight Or...? by CrisisKainota
Zeke stretched out across the little couch in Master's room and sighed. He was glad to have a job, it gave him an even deeper sense of pride. But that sense of pride was laced with disgust. Renee had made him question the very core of his being just by being who she was. He had always felt better than everyone around him. Superior in all ways. He was better than his father in every way imaginable. His father h
Slayers Project - Ch 13 Human Ephriam could not wipe away the grin plastered to his face. Being around her made him feel more human than he had felt in four hundred years. He didn't fear the rising sun, she made him want to flirt with death if it meant seeing her for just a few minutes longer. He made it to his basement hideout with only seconds to spare. Amidst the dust and decay, he suddenly wished for a companion. Someone in which he could divulge his giddy crush on the mortal slayer. He felt too wound up for sleep but his preternatural nature took over and it wasn't long before he was dreaming impatiently of midnight picnics and a hazel-green eyed goddess.Slayers Project - Ch 13 Human by CrisisKainota
Zeke was saved from a verbal beat down by Renee's first day back to doing deliveries. Her boss and coworkers gave their condolences to her and extended them to the family.
"Is sad thing for you," Nikolas said in his Russian bear voice, "I am very sorry."
"It is but I feel like he's watching over me now," she replied with a smil
I can't figure out what's worse, feeling like every day is a dream and being afraid of waking up in hell or realizing it's not a dream and you're already there. I live my life in the twilight, the haze of darkness and light, where every fleeting moment of happiness is treasured and never expected. Who I was is not who I am nor who I will be, so don't expect me to be that person. She is a fluid concept, a shadow out of the corner of the eye, a trick of the light, a mirage on the horizon. Blink and you'll miss it.
Don't ask me to be brave, that part of me has forgotten how to be brave. Don't ask me to decide, that part of me is buried in the fear of disappointing someone. Don't ask me to back down, I won't sell my soul for a lie. I will try to understand your point of view if only you will have the patience to explain to me every single angle, for I am over-analytical and even then have extreme difficulty choosing one way or the other. I am aware that I don't always make sense and no one will ever understand how frustrating that is just to myself, let alone the frustration it creates in those that I so desperately want to understand.
Please don't mistake my silence for absence, I've not gone anywhere, I'm still here. I'm just waiting. I've never been here before, this is all new. How can I just walk away? Don't say that it's not fair that you're not the person you want to be, I've a feeling I've lost more than you'll ever see. Don't throw everything I've ever done wrong in my face, you cannot even begin to fathom the hell I live in every day, the parts of me that grieve every pain as if it were brand new. Every wound is still fresh, they don't heal, I've just learned to change the bandages.
So don't give up on me, don't write me off. Your presence in my silence is more valuable than any material thing. I'm going to push you away, I'm going to hurt you, just please know that I don't do so intentionally. It's just who I am. I hope one day to change that ugly part of me. I just don't know how.
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Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal or Techno
Favourite style of art: Anime
Shell of choice: The Shell of a Hermit Crab
Favourite cartoon character: Gir from Invader Zim!
Personal Quote: Wait for it... Wait for it...! Oooooh! Still not caring!