Showing posts with label merry christmas!. Show all posts
Showing posts with label merry christmas!. Show all posts
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Croodle: A Shoujo Parallels Christmas Short
“I know what to give
you for this year’s Yuletide, Eri.” Amaya Titania gave Eri Memoire a hard look,
“Some medicine from the best apothecary. I swear. Nikolai will hear about
this.”
“No, no. Don’t, Amaya.”
The blonde gave her friend a pleading look, “he can’t know. Not even Elysia.
Especially not Elysia.”
“Hasn’t your own sister
been noticing?”
“Step-sister,” she
corrected, and gave another cough. “It’s the annual allergy season that always
comes along. I’m fine. And Elysia’s
busy with Court duty, I’m not sure when she and Arthur will be back from their
latest hunt.”
“He must have messed it
up,” the ginger girl muttered, both of them retreating back into the castle.
“Arthur tends to do that often. Mess things up.”
“I’m sure he does,” Eri
smiled slightly. At that, Amaya’s cheeks reddened. Just a bit.
“H-Hey. I didn’t mean
anything by that!”
“I didn’t say you meant
something.”
“Sure. Yeah. Whatever,”
the Sky Guerrier huffed and turned around, “Later. I’m going to go and train a
bit, Arthur promised a spar when he comes back.” At the sound of Amaya’s
footsteps retreating upstairs, Eri took a deep breath and walked to the main
chambers, where she knew a certain man was located.
Aeipathy: A Death Note AU Christmas Short
The first thing she
felt was immediate warmth.
“Morning,” a husky
voice murmured in her ear. Shivers went down her spine and a warm hand tucked a
loose strand of hair away from her face. She swore that she could sense his
smile even though his lips were centimeters away and even though she was facing
elsewhere. An arm wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her closer; the
same pair of lips went from touching the air to touching her jaw. And again,
she shivered. His lips this time went up, curving slightly into a haughty
smirk.
“G’morning,” she replied.
Trying to suppress a giggle. Or a laugh. “Good sleep?”
“Mhm.” He shifted a
little bit so that she was on top now. The blanket stayed, covering them both.
Now, she was gazing into a pair of delighted blue eyes. The blue eyes that
stayed on her face, his fingers now rubbing circles on her waist. She made a
small, delighted sound and those eyes lit up. “Great sleep. Excellent rest.
Amazing…” eyes darted to the clock, “…nine hours. Not bad.”
“You’re stalling.”
“Stalling?”
“Yes.” She leaned in
and kissed his cheek, “Stalling.”
“Now, why would I
stall?”
His smirk was gone and
the childish smile was back.
She poked his chest.
“Because,” she ended up
whispering, “It’s Christmas.”
Fragments of the Twelfth
We represent parts of her.
Parts that take her torment.
Hurt, more often than not.
If not hurt, then asking for help.
Perhaps judged and misled.
Or hiding masqueraded pain.
Parts that are oppressed.
Parts that then heal.
Diagnosed with a sickness.
Rebels with innocent smiles.
Other times, persecuted.
All for the wrong reasons.
Parts that want to give up.
But keep pushing on.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, dear readers!
A year ago, I was starting out the 30 Day OTP Challenge.
Today, it'll be simple. I'll be posting graphics and a playlist.
Maybe even a short if I feel it.
Consider those my "gifts" for you guys. Haha!
Have a rocking Christmas! <3
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