"Morning babe," Luke said emerging from the bathroom, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. You couldn’t help but bite your lip, wanting to inch the fabric further to release the morning wood he was showcasing.
I snipped the longer strands, bedecked the northern arc of my face with coyote
brown bangs and lied to
you, said I was ashamed of the layout
of my forehead, that these
hair tips mask the embarrassment of the top
half of my frame
Truthfully, this is a
flawlessly sculpted forehead, strong surface,
subtle crest, an outline so
beautifully defined, you would
have known had you swung
the abridged locks to the side
believed the deceit, never
examined the statuesque contour of this
semicircle skin, frilled
valance weaved from clipped hair, draped over
would I keep up the guise of analyzing
you, but behind fringes that fall
strategically into my view You have a
shield too: scales across
your own face And my
shortened ropes, like allies, prepare to
hang you, just as the skin
sheds from around your lidless
15: things you said with too many miles between us
The computer screen was the only source of light in the room, except for the occasional car driving past the house, lights flashing through the blinds for a second to be gone the next. Gilbert laid on his stomach in the large bed, a pillow under his chest and his head propped up with one arm. He was watching the screen intently, a sleepy grin on face. Across the sea, his brother was sitting by the desk in his hotel room. His shirt was half undone, his hair tousled with strands hanging down his forehead and even with the bad quality of his webcam, Gilbert could see the dark bags under his eyes. "You look exhausted, West." "I am", Ludwig sighed and raked a hand through his hair, probably intending to fix it but ending up making it look more tousled. "Today has been a total disaster. No one listened to anyone and I swear, I’ll be mute by the time I can return home if things continues this way." "So everything is as usual, then?" The blond nodded, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes for a moment, rubbing his temples. "Shouldn’t you be sleeping?" He said after a while. "What time is it at home?" Gilbert glanced at the clock on the bottom of the screen. 3:29AM. He should probably be sleeping by now, but he had promised Ludwig to Skype with him when he got back from the meeting, and talking to his brother was more important than sleep. "Waaaaaay past bedtime." "You should sleep, Gilbert. I’ll talk to you when I get home." "I stayed up to talk to you, no way I’m hanging up yet." His brother chuckled, smiling wryly as he shook his head. "I guessed you would say that. God, I wish you could be here with me. I hate sleeping without you…" "You and me both, bro", Gilbert said and shifted to a sitting position, not wanting to risk falling asleep. "Maybe I’ll come with you next time." "Yeah, maybe", Ludwig hummed, although both of them knew it wouldn’t happen. Gilbert wasn’t allowed at the meetings, and he hated sitting idly while Ludwig worked. Still, the distance was hard on them. After being parted for so long, neither of them liked being apart more than a couple of days. "Tell me about your day. How’s Feli? Did he sleep through the meeting again?" "He was actually quite helpful today." "Oh? And by helpful, you mean what? He didn’t cause a mess?” Gilbert snickered and he could hear his brother doing the same. God bless the person who invented video calls.The loneliness seemed less lonely when he could talk and see Ludwig, so far away, yet only on the other side of the screen. "Something like that, yes."
digging through drafts. found this piece written to me about a year ago by someone (i didn’t have a credit with the little note) about who i should be with.
"a boy with this one single strand of hair that never sits perfectly and he hates it but you love it, a boy who observes and notices and sees and sometimes, occasionally, will speak his mind to the world and when he does it is powerful, it is so powerful, and everyone listens, but he always always always shares his heart with you first, because you are his world, and he stammers this out more or less one night while eating spaghetti and you drop your fork and blush and thank life for poetry because this boy is a walking poem, down to the pristine spider legs of his lashes to the scar on his elbow to the bruise on his shin, and this boy, he loves watching you kneel down to a child or sing a song while you wash your clothes, and every time you smile or laugh or dance his cells sing and he believes in God just a little bit more."
15 and 16 for Lorelei and Xallius, maybe int he same fic
15. things you said with too many miles between us 16. things you said with no space between us
"I love you," she whispered, her tone soft against Xallius’s neck as she lay next to him, their bodies bare and their hearts wide open. Her hand lay on his chest, and she found feel the soft whirring of his internal processors underneath it. They created a warmth in him that simulated organic body heat, different from the rest of his body, which was cold.
"And I you, Lorelei," Xallius added, metallic fingers running idly through green strands of hair. He didn’t understand what he’d done to deserve this, to be so happy and to be so loved. Someone like him was an anomaly, a liability, not something you got close to, and yet here she was. She was a blessing, a miracle, and the most precious thing in his life.
"Lorelei you are…without you, I would surely not know where I would be. I would not have felt such great happiness. I would not have known love. Thank you for showing me these things, thank you." Xallius murmured, his hands still gliding through her hair. Lorelei sat up for a moment, leaning closer to Xallius, a small smile on her lips.
"You deserved it," She said, leaning closer to close the space between them. She hoped they would never, ever part.
"I don’t want him to come back," Lorelei whimpered as she lay in Senyc’s arms. "He betrayed us, he hurt us," Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shook. He was gone now, Xallius was gone and she would never see him again. This was fine, she said. This was what she wanted.
"I am sorry, Lorelei," Xallius thought to himself an internal monologue in his head as the laser saw was lowered towards his faceplates. "I did not mean to hurt you. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt the Blades. I did not mean to ruin everything for you."
"I am sorry, I am deeply sorry. You are the most important person in my life even as you cast me away," The saw begins to cut through metal, opening up his face for the surgeons to begin their procedures. "I love you. I love you more than anything. You have shown me happiness, and you have shown me love, and for that I will love you as long as I live."
"I never want to see him again," She murmured to herself, feeling numb. If she never saw him again it would be better. If she could forget how she loved him, it would be better. If she could throw away his memories of her, it would be better.
Modifications are being removed now. It’s a painstaking process, each one taking at least an hour to complete, and the pain is unbelievable, but Xallius thinks of Lorelei, and it keeps him going. “Everything I do, I do for you. I only…I only hope that you will let me see you again.” He closes his eye, the pain becoming too unbearable, but he powers through it. “Lorelei, I love you. More than anything in the world.”
*Here it is. I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you for all the positive feedback.
You were seated in the passenger seat with the window rolleddown; the wind blew past your hair. Your hair was flying everywhere; youbrushed your hair back with your hands. Mark changed the radio station, to
listen to the other members getting interviewed today. He was such an adorable,
caring, selfless dork. He chose to drive you the clinic to check how everything’s
going, and to make sure you were actually pregnant, instead of promoting the
group’s comeback. He was really looking forward to this interview, but he didn’t
even hesitate when he decided to accompany you to the clinic.
You turned towards, looked at him and admired how beautiful
he looked when he laughed at Jackson’s silly jokes. He can feel you staring at
him, he turned towards you and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “You
should seriously stop staring at me like that” He joked, “I’m not a piece of
meat, you know, I’m more than looks. I have a personality too,” he laughed as
he changed the gear at the red light.
“Bae, please. I was admiring the personality, not the hideous
face plastered to your head” You joked back. He made an ugly face at you,
having his eyebrows all furrowed with his lip folded under revealing his gums.
You made a face back, both you laughed.
“-yeah, Marks not here today, something personal came up.
But he said he’d be listening so… Hey Mark, BABY miss you” you heard Jackson
say, you turned the volume up so you could listen more clearly. “Mark I’m sorry
you have to drive me there” You felt bad he had to come with, you were overwhelmed
“Hey, stop being silly.” He replied as he stroked your cheek
and pecked you on your cheek.
Jackson was talking now, “To be honest, we’re happy our BABY hyung
isn’t here today it gives us more air time” he laughed. Why do these guys keep calling Mark a baby, he’s like a granddad,
you thought to yourself.
“I’m joking, I’m joking. We can’t wait to see the BABY”
hmm… wait…no, it
couldn’t be. You thought to yourself as the thought dawned to you. Did Mark
tell the members about you possibly being pregnant? You frowned and looked
towards Mark, he turned his head and gave you an innocent smile.
“To be honest, I think I’m going to be treated less like a
BABY, because hyung is so adorable sometimes…” Yugyoem’s trailed off in the
background as you realised, you faithful, adoring, sly husband had spilled the
beans to the member.
“Are you serious!” you screeched, you were engulfed with embarrassment.
The guys knew you were pregnant.
“What?” Mark whined, making a clueless face as if he didn’t
know what you were referring to,
“You told them!”
“Yeah… I couldn’t help but. I was really excited, so are
“WHAT?” you were shocked, and completely embarrassed, your
parents know you’re having a baby.
“It’s not a big deal”
“Uh yes it is! Do you know how babies are made?”
“I know all about how baby’s are made” Mark joked at he
raised one his eyebrows in an arch,
“Yeah, exactly, my parents now
know… I’ve done it” you whispered
the last bit. Mark just laughed at your embarrassed, adorable self.
“Jagiya, don’t worry.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t worry.” You
began, “You should be the one worrying, my oppa knows how babies made too. What
do you think he’s going to do when he puts two and two together huh?” you
threatened Mark. His eyes widened.
suggested, “We’ll explain it’s an IVF baby. Science type of baby making” he
laughed, and kissed you.
This is just the basics of braiding. If you know these 8 basic braids, you can do billions of differend hairstyles. Here’s a roundup, from top to bottom, left to right. There’s always a link to a basic tutorial and then a few links to hairstyles you can do with that type of braid.
Hasan Kale is an incredibly talented artist from Turkey. His canvases include, but are not limited to, peanut husks, split almonds, banana chips, and beans. According to his Facebook, Kale has set himself the goal of painting a silhouette of Istanbul on a strand of hair.