Merry ChristmasMerry ChristmasMerry Christmas
Two couples. Two locations. Both Christmas. One dream. And one nightmare.
It was Christmas in Castle Oblivion, and well they'd attempted to decorate festively. A tree was placed in the centre of the lounge and Axel had set a warm fire glowing. The aforementioned Organization member and Roxas were sat on the couch, snuggling up to each other, Roxas lightly sleeping, using Axels' shoulder as a pillow. Axel shifted slightly to prevent Roxas' head falling off his shoulder, and in doing so woke the boy. Roxas gave a short grunt as he opened his eyes, then sat up fully and nudged closer to Axel. "Sorr
Falling -Akuroku-Racing through the undergrowth the boy turned to check the distance of his pursuers. A crash and a crackle covered the air in a layer of twigs and leaves as he tripped through the brush and stepped out backwards into thin air.Falling -Akuroku-
Roxas I screamed; flailing wildly in the air, trying to grasp something, anything, that might pull me to safety. It was then that I saw red. Such a deep red, coming closer, faster and faster. I felt arms around my waist, pulling my hips forward. A face that I would recognise forever, even though eternity was already speeding up towards me.
“Axel.”
Axel The boy
Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn, KHShimmy Shimmy Quarter TurnShimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn, KH
It was official; Axel just couldn’t think of any other ways to get Number Thirteen, Roxas, to pay any attention to him beyond a simple glance! Right now the pyromaniac was in his room at his blank white desk, drumming his fingers along the surface, trying to think. What could he do? Thinking back, he recalled yesterday’s events.
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Axel first realized Roxas liked flowers when he saw him hanging around Marluxia’s garden; he wasn’t as obsessed as Marluxia was, he just seemed to like them. He didn’t speak to Marluxia while there, but the pink-haired man just see
sea salt yummies
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My Cafepress shop: [link]
Lots of strange, abusive, lovely and popular stuff
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The dream of that day, which has no chance of coming true
Is still twinkling in my heart
T I M E always returns to the begin-ning
hows u
love to talk
'cause im real bord
cya
dont wanna be ya
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are you scared yet.....i'll get the chainsaw then
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Not For Ophthalmic, Oral Or Intravaginal Use.
A webcomic. It's almost funny: [link]
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You ask me where my loyalties lie, I tell you they lie with the Werewolf. You call me a Blood Traitor, and I tell you that Love is thicker than Blood and it always will be.
~*Praecavite Lunam*~
~*Beware The Moon*~
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"-make up a religion. Such as... 'The Rubber Chicken Religion'! Every Thursday you have to go outside and swing a rubber chicken around."
(-Philosophy of Religion Prof.)
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Te souviens-tu des orages?
雲散霧消
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