Velairen

they thought you were magnificent. the girls that pirouette with you because they thought your sibilated hymns of venus and saturated stars were charming. they don't see the whisper of desolate tears and punctured hearts and an eccedentesiastic boy as they glide with you across the floor. you think it doesn't matter. you think it will heal. and i pitied you, boy. because the hope of yours will be your downfall. your destiny was decided the moment you chose the effervescent, sanguine laudanum over the fractures of your violin strings and the cuticles that now protect the emulsion of ophelia, your mother, and the emanated paint that reminds

「a song like you is a whispered lullaby, drowned out by a baby's cry,」 the countless stars and the innumerable hours come and pass— in the end, the two of you can only walk parallel lines; you were pygmalion and he was your finest masterpiece. forever only a hairbreadth away, yet unreachable all the same. . or in which you could just say fuck fate and elope with him instead. ( a song like you is a ripple of the waves, that rises to a hurricane. ) i. A crane and a crow. It is he who was supposed the catalyst, and you, the temperance. Instead, it is the opposite. You will ruin him one day: you both know that. But still,

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, almost all the members of the student body were enjoying the sudden change of weather. But two specific people stayed inside the library. They sat on the opposite ends of a shoji board. This was not a rare a occurrence. Akashi and was seen so often playing with the girl even after dismissal hours that it was almost a daily sight. “Shogi is the one thing you cannot beat me in, Akashi. I’d like it to remain that.” She mummers, staring at the current stalemate like her red head companion. He chuckled. “My dear, just because temporarily, you have not tasted defeat, means it will always be

A pair of footsteps and the scream of her name was all Nana Sakurai heard before someone crashed into her and squeezed her tightly. She turned, still in their embrace to come face to face with the smiling features of Galaxy Standard’s only female member. She laughed. “Sorry for jumping you like that,” She patted Nana’s shoulder and let go of her. “It’s so good to see you!” Nana smiled. “It’s good to see you too!” She paused a bit, “How’re you guys doing?” She asked, still a bit guilty about beating Saisei during the End of Summer Tournament. The female member of

The luke warm mug sat in her hands on the table in front of her, the pages of the long forgotten novel’s pages fluttered aimlessly to the air rushing in through the window she gazed through. The air was as cold as his hands would be when he returned. She knew he would. It was simply not the way of the CCG’s infamous Death Duo — Arima Kishou and his partner of seven years to fall to the blades of their own weapon — Death. Soon enough, she did hear the gentle click of the opening and closing of the wooden doors to the apartment she and the CCG’s personal God of Death shared. “Waiting for me again?” T

He clutched her against him by the tree trunk, their faces inches apart, breath mingling, chest pressed to another, almost painfully so. The difference between dream and reality was something neither could tell any longer. Elegant, graceful fingers. Dainty hands. Cool, pale fingers readjusting the cuff around his forearm and tracing upwards. Azure skies. Emerald fields of grass. Long, slim legs. White sundress and a blue, checkered blazer. Kisses trailing down her jawline, lips curving in triumph. Hands searching, pulling. Loosening his navy necktie. Smooth, shiny ebony hair. Half lidded sapphire eyes. Bright, wild flowers. Colorful

Normally, it would always be you that was lecturing everyone else about self control. Whether it be Honey and his uncontrollable sweet tooth, or whenever that Kyoya felt the urge to punch Tamaki, you would always be there to stop it. But if there was even a single crack in your facade, everyone knows it would be Takashi Morinozuka. Yes, the two of you were like two puzzle pieces that fitted together perfectly, but most of the time, the two of you were like water and fire, cats and dogs. Honestly, the only way the two of you even fit together was because you clashed as the Hitachii twins would say. But then again, the flames are eventually q

You laid peacefully in the tall grass as your eyes stared into the clear blue skies while your life slowly drained out of you, your hands no longer having the strength to block the wound on your stomach, allowing the metallic liquid to slip through your trembling fingers. In the back of your mind, you could see the elegance of a swinging figure, taking down each of the man eating monsters that stood in his path. You also saw an army of people suddenly jumping up in one precise movement. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you realized that like with the man you loved, never again will you be apart of that graceful, carefully coordinate

Long, handwritten note deep in your pocket. Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late, I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket. Good girls, hopeful they'll be, and long they will wait. It was the same routine every evening. You would stand outside the gymnasium waiting for him as he finished talking to either your coach or one of your teammates. He would only nod at you silently as he strode out the gymnasium doors, his stride never faltering while making eye contact with you. Ushijima would walk right past you with those mighty steps of his. Never once would he turn back to see if you were keeping up with his st

The wind blew, causing strands of loose hair fallen out of her bun to blow in to her eyes. But she made no move to step back inside. Inside, she could hear Kagari's laughs, Pops' champagne glass clanging as he set it down on the table. She smiled briefly. Some things never go away. The sun had just set, Akane, bless her, had managed to get them to stay late at the office and threw a party. The city lights twinkled, the cars passed. It was just another day, another night. Same routines, same life. Never ending, never changing. Like the stars. She used to stay out like this, watching the stars with him. They'd joke about how the endless conste