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The Angel of Death slowly approached the window and hesitantly placed his hand against the cold glass, his reflexion casting shadows over the wet bushes outside. The male, Nigel, looked no older than the age of fifteen, yet his eyes belonged to one who had seen many terrors and misfortunes. The bitter cold from the outside was nothing compared to his own touch, but as of this moment, he wished more than anything for the one he loved to come back home. His lover, Kreuz Nightlock, had always been there when he felt the bitter cold reach his heart, the only human being that could possibly ignite the flame within him.
But how much longer would he have to wait?
From Nigel's understanding, Kreuz was teaching his student. It was a role Kreuz had to fulfill in order for his student to reach his potential. But even from here, Nigel could feel a wave of doubt taking over him. From the beginning, Nigel was aware of how prone his lover was to dark habits. He knew all too well how unaware the Angel of Industry was to his feelings. You see, Nigel was never good at voicing what he felt, but... should he even be trusting Kreuz at this moment? Kreuz always had a habit of falling into the hands of desire and sin...
What if...
at this moment he was...
A frown tugged at his lips as he ran the thought through his mind, his heart aching against his chest. It was a familiar pain he had grown accustomed to after the death of Emily. So why? Why was it hurting so much this time around? Was his wall starting to crumble? Was he starting to break? Were his worries only tearing him apart from the inside?
With great effort, the Angel of Death brushed the thoughts away with a shake of the head before he pressed his forehead against the glass of the window, his dark eyebrows furrowed in concern and his breath fogging the glass heavily.
If anything, being with him was better than anything else. Even as the world was slowly collapsing around them, Nigel never felt so alive.
From the loneliness he had felt since the day he had to leave Emily, this was the only thing close to what he would call 'happiness'...
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Nigel shyly brought his finger to the fogged proportion of the window. His finger slowly dipped here an there as he spelled the name he knew all too well, the very name that sent shivers down his spine whenever he uttered them.
But how much longer would he have to wait?
From Nigel's understanding, Kreuz was teaching his student. It was a role Kreuz had to fulfill in order for his student to reach his potential. But even from here, Nigel could feel a wave of doubt taking over him. From the beginning, Nigel was aware of how prone his lover was to dark habits. He knew all too well how unaware the Angel of Industry was to his feelings. You see, Nigel was never good at voicing what he felt, but... should he even be trusting Kreuz at this moment? Kreuz always had a habit of falling into the hands of desire and sin...
What if...
at this moment he was...
A frown tugged at his lips as he ran the thought through his mind, his heart aching against his chest. It was a familiar pain he had grown accustomed to after the death of Emily. So why? Why was it hurting so much this time around? Was his wall starting to crumble? Was he starting to break? Were his worries only tearing him apart from the inside?
With great effort, the Angel of Death brushed the thoughts away with a shake of the head before he pressed his forehead against the glass of the window, his dark eyebrows furrowed in concern and his breath fogging the glass heavily.
If anything, being with him was better than anything else. Even as the world was slowly collapsing around them, Nigel never felt so alive.
From the loneliness he had felt since the day he had to leave Emily, this was the only thing close to what he would call 'happiness'...
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Nigel shyly brought his finger to the fogged proportion of the window. His finger slowly dipped here an there as he spelled the name he knew all too well, the very name that sent shivers down his spine whenever he uttered them.
Kreuz
"Don't leave me with my thoughts for too long, Kreuz, " Nigel whispered softly, his golden eyes staring at the name longingly as if he were wishing that the words would reach him.
"Hurry home."
With those final words, Nigel leaned forward before he planted a small kiss on top of it.
Never had a kiss felt so cold...
"Hurry home."
With those final words, Nigel leaned forward before he planted a small kiss on top of it.
Never had a kiss felt so cold...
Update Lol
For those of you who know me in real life, you already know how lazy I'm going to be with this. I have terrible memory, I have a hard time keeping things organized, and we all know how COLORFUL my vocabulary is. *chuckles* I'm not very good with updates without having a face to face conversation, sooo... Yeah, and if you know me online or something, you probably already know how GONE I've been. BUt that's besides the point. I haven't been on this website in months, and I've barely talked about what's going on with life and what's been going on.
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Hehe... Butt....
But...
I'll just be saying what I'm doing ri
I'm Watching KHR Again...
And I need someone to draw me Squalo on a boat. I don't care what kind. All I want.... Is a Shark Boss. On a boat. With a fishing rod. Or something. And looking like a total derp.
And possibly yelling at the fish.
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And I want a pic of Bel shopping for girl's clothes. Cuz like... that shopping date with Kyoko... >.> It looked like he was enjoying the girly pastries a little too much. If you get what I mean.
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And I want a cute baby Tsuna on a tricycle.
I know I've seen suggested crazy things....
But this is hilarious. I don't think there's an English sub for The Wallflower, but the choppy animation from a couple years ago and Dub... Oh. My. God. The DUB. It's SO bad. It's so bad that it makes it... FUNNYYYYYY. The whole chaos is funny within itself, I mean... It adds to the manga and the cheesiness though... Oh my god. The cheese. It's not a lot on the first episode, but in the future.... The CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!
WAAAATCH IT. WATCH IT!!!! WAAAAAAAAAATCCCCCCH IT! NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWEWWWW! I KNOW IVE SUGGESTED CRAZY @$$ $HIT, BUT..., I NEEEEEED SOMEONE TO FEEL THIS WITH ME!!!
ITS LIKE ANOTHER EMOTIONAL FLUTE TITANIC!!! DOOOO IT!
Nome De Plume Profile (Creepypasta OC)
Name: Nome De Plume
Actual Name: Unknown
Age: Mid to Early Twenties
Gender: Male
Race of Origin: French Caucasian (Mother is French, Father is American)
Species: Human
Personality: Very flirty and mildly seductive yet helpful when solving problems. His voice is deep, which gives others the feeling of confidence and power. Nome is also a good listener and seem like a nice guy, but once you see his true nature, he gives you the chills. In reality, he's really obsessed with women and obsessed about how 'angelic' they are. So in truth, he's a creepy sort of nice. He's the type of guy who turns sour halfway through the encounter and kills th
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And no, you dun hashtag.... I believe you put colons around ther name?