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2. LoveWanna see who you are,
Every inch, every scar.
I loved her. That much was certain. Nothing could dispute how much I yearned to have her. Her grace, her beauty, her kindness. I yearned to possess her. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone, yet I was forced to watch her from a distance, of sorts. We had been friends for two years, forced together in class to escape from the insanity that were the other students. Art class was wild and unpredictable, and only our table was an island of calm. Our bond grew from that necessary friendship, but never really evolved into love. Well, not for her. I however, was trapped.
From your head to your toes,
I would be there.
From your bed to your clothes,
I'm in the air.
At that point, my secret was still new. I had only just discovered it. It was like a bruise, painful to the touch, and yet the urge to touch it was impossible to resist. I dove into it and explored the new paths that it opened for me. With its realization, a weight was li
The Vandaas VIChapter Six: Femme
Naturally, Colette followed. She was under Fionnbharra's complete control. Iriel ran until she hit a dead end, her mind spinning. She tried to find a way, any way, to counteract the hold that the King had on Colette's mind. But all she could grasp was the undeniable fact that there was no way to do it. The spell was one of her own, and she knew it like the back of her hand. The thought of trying to use Rhiannon's power came fleetingly into her mind, but she knew that would be too dangerous. She didn't know yet how to use them, and there was always the possibility that it wouldn't even work.
In front of her was a high cliff that spilled over into a field of flat rocks, and everything else in the surrounding area was dense forest, save for the road that she had followed to get here. And Colette blocked that exit. Her eyes were still dull, and practically dead to the world, but they locked onto Iriel. Her target.
Why the King had turned on her was a mystery. But the fac
The Vandaas VChapter Five: Betrayal and Rebirth
Again. It happened again. Iriel almost couldn't believe her eyes.
But she knew better than to disbelieve. Too much had been shoved on her in the hundred years she had been living. Too much pain. Too much sorrow. So many sacrifices she couldn't begin to name them all. Her life was one long river of suffering and battles, with only a few small islands of happiness. Colette was the last one. And now even she was gone.
Besides, Tsuna was already dead. She had to be, trapped underground with the Gwyllgi. What did it matter to her that Tsuna's entire town was in ruins?
Iriel picked her way over the rubble of the fallen houses and crushed bodies, trying not to look around. Her vision was locked onto the one building left standing in the town. The Beasts Cavern. The once beautiful sign was slashed, marked with an x and left to hang from one dull chain. Dark stains marked the front wall, ashes from fires that must have burned here and blood from the villagers
The Vandaas IVChapter Four: King Fionnbharra
Calyuun, the town where Tsuna lived, was located far to the west, in the country of Zandu. Shivanu, where Iriel and her Agrazi were headed, was the Northern Country, where snow and ice was the constant season. They travelled swiftly, not wanting to waste time where they could be fighting back against the tide that had so recently turned on them. The weather grew gradually colder, and the group had to stop to acquire warmer clothing, easier now that their numbers had dwindled to four.
It was four days travel by foot to reach Shivanu, and an additional three days the reach the village of Rhiain that Tsuna has spoken of. Even for Iriel and the Agrazi, whose bodies could withstand extreme temperatures, travel in this frigid land was hard. The wind was constant, blowing shard of ice against their bodies, some sharp enough to slice through clothing and skin alike. Even their masks were getting chipped and cut, but they didn't dare to take them off for fear of t
1. 75 Ways to Tick Off Iriel1. Hurt her Agrazi
2. especially Colette
3. Sit on her
4. Steal her scythes
5. Call her a monkey when she goes berserk
6. Try to imitate her singing
7. Stare and her tattoo
8. Wake her up early
9. by slapping her.
10. Look her in the eyes for a long time
11. Take her mask
12. Taunt her
13. Blow bubbles in her face
14. Ask about her sister
15. or just be around her sister
16. Call her a vampire
17. Ask her why she's always so moody
18. If she doesn't answer, conclude she's PMSing
19. Glomp her
20. Constantly poke her
21. Throw something at her
22. Babble like and idiot
23. If she asks what you're doing, say you're imitating Galiel
24. Steal her food
25. and throw it at her when she chases you
26. Insist that she teaches you how to dance
27. Try to copy her tattoos on your body
28. Better yet, add to the ones she already has
29. with permanent marker
30. Add the suffix "-san" to her name
31. Mock homosexuality
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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