eros; [closed | humanizing]

[Clack. The sliding window was thrust open, and Syo breathed in the stinking city, waggling her tongue as if she could feel the smells with it. Remnants from her many dinners lined the side of the building, and the rottenness delicately wafted to her second-floor window. Fresh, rotting smells, much more pungent than the staleness of her room. She could feel the delicious nastiness creeping up her body.

Freedom. This was always the smell of freedom.]

It’s my lucky day today, isn’t it?

The greatest serial killer in the world finally gets another outing! It’s the karma from all my wonderful murders up ‘til now! Or something like that!!

[Syo laughed to herself softly, careful not to wake the three people downstairs. She felt around her right leg, checking to see if her beloved holster was still there, and it was. She felt her left leg, smiling at the several scars lining the surface in a beautiful pattern.

Swiftly, she lifted a leg to the window and hoisted herself halfway through the rim before she stopped cold. Something had caught her eye. Smooth, cat-like, she stretched out her neck to get a better view.]

I wonder what that squishy little lump is doing in my old food!

[She let her voice grow louder, attempting to reach the figure she spotted loitering in the alley.]

Is the little rat hungry~?

Smettiamo di chiedere scusa per ogni sbaglio commesso.
Smettiamo di dire che ci siamo pentiti di quello che abbiamo detto e fatto.
Smettiamo di dire che l'amore non esiste,che per amare si è troppo giovani.
Smettiamo di fingere che si è troppo grandi per certe emozioni.
Iniziamo a pensare positivo,iniziamo a pensare che per amare ci vogliono le palle.
Iniziamo a dire le cose come stanno realmente perché forse solo così riusciremo a smettere di essere pessimisti e smetteremo di odiare noi stessi.
Iniziamo a credere di più.
Iniziamo a essere noi stessi e iniziamo a fare le cazzate che abbiamo sempre pensato di fare senza paura.
—  Mylovethisfuckingsilenceblog
Έχεις μια ελπίδα πως μπορεί να σου τηλεφωνήσει ακόμα και αν έχουν περάσει μέρες από την τελευταία φορά που άκουσες την φωνή του ανθρώπου που αγαπάς πριν στο κλείσει απότομα με δυό βρισιές που σπάσαν την καρδιά σου στα τέσσερα. Το κλίμα είναι απόψε συναισθηματικά φορτισμένο και ηλεκτρισμένο άβολο. Πόσοι εδώ μέσα να είναι στην ίδια φαση; “ Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι ποτέ όταν σε θέλω; ”


By @chaos-in-eros

The Lord of the Underworld grew tired of his crown. The screams of the sinful no longer gave him pleasure, he craved something more. A light to contrast with the constant darkness. He found an anomaly amongst the humans. A single woman that was unaffected by his powers, a burning light that so resembled his Father’s. He craved her and so he took her. She was intelligent, strong, full of light, and she was all his.

#mine #mywords #possiblefuturefic