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I Absolutely Do“I have only one request.” She said to him, here eyes squinty and reserved.
“And what might that be?” His lips ghosted over her neck, greedily sucking at her tender, flushing flesh.
“Don’t look at me.” She closed her eyes in defeat.
He stopped his soft bruising of her collarbone to watch her face, his brow creasing uneasily. “Why?”
“Because this isn’t how I want to be remembered.” Her eyes shifted under their lids.
“Abby. Do you really think this is all I’ll remember of you?” She felt his warm palm rest on her cheek, his breath at her ear.
“You’re more than whatever happens or doesn’t tonight.” He whispered.
Her eyes opened, doe-wide, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and chest; pulling him closer. “You promise?”
“I absolutely do.”
He Reminds Me Of BreakfastYou smell like cereal. Honey Smacks or Cheerios; I can't decide. But I like it. I know that it's not your usual aroma, but it's a sweet change of pace. You flop beside me on my bed, and I know you can tell I've been crying; my mood is fouled and my eyes are red. But there you lay, next to me in an almost-yet-not-quite fetal position, your eyes look up at me like a child's when they're first caught in a lie. Your innocence kills me, but not enough to send fissures through my mask. No, I silently command to myself, maintaining this zombie-like facade.
I notice we're both wearing blue, and no matter how many times you insist, I swear it wasn't on purpose. Merely chance. I feel myself warming up to you and as you smile, I can't help but crack one myself, your sarcasm appreciated in ways I cannot explain. You then comment on my scent as I did on yours, claiming I smell of fruit, when I'd much rather smell of freesia or a candy of some sort; though you know I haven't permission to wea
3. You're Not The One, You're The OnlyI was going to tell you, that when your eyes close, I keep mine open just to memorize each crevice in your eyelids. Or that I almost like the feeling of accidentally running your teeth into mine in a passionate moment. Or that sometimes you make me feel special by doing things that you probably don’t think make me feel special. But they do. They really do.
I was going to tell you, that I love kissing you in the desert rain. Or that I love it even more because you’re always the one to take me by the hand and drag me out into the pouring or only drizzling rain and press your lips on mine. Or that even afterwards, if I’m cold from the downpour, my lips are very warm.
I was going to tell you, that I want to be the only one in your life, for forever and a day. Or that you’re going to be a wonderful father someday. Or that I miss you when you’re not here lying next to me, falling asleep in the house you occasionally stay at.
I was going to tell you that I m
2. Inked Pages About YouHe is beautiful, new, unexplored. His eyes lower to the ground and his lips smack together as he swallows. It’s something he doesn’t notice he does, but I do. His lashes are longer than mine but in a way I’m only jealous of them because they get to frame his lovely dark eyes. I want to make them cry beautiful tears, happy tears, someday.
He is beautiful, new, unexplored. His body trembles as much as it does when he’s in the cold, but we’re in a very warm room. I touch his hand and bring it to my chest whispering encouraging things like “I Love You” and “Touch Me” and he stays firmly planted at my shoulder, either too scared or too stubborn to move it further. I kiss that palm and say it’s alright that he doesn’t want to, even when I don’t feel like it is. I put my arms back into shirtsleeves and he stops me from pulling it on again just to look into my eyes and say “I love you.”
1. You're Beautiful, BoyHey. Hey you. I like you.
But I‘m not going to tell you. I’m going to gaze at you from across the classroom hoping maybe you’ll look back at me in time for our eyes to meet, even momentarily. I’ll notice the way you never smile and that you have brown eyes. And maybe I’ll accidentally bump into you when I leave the room, so that when I apologize for doing so, you’ll look at me and say not to worry about it. And I won’t, because you will have said not to.
You’ll ask me to teach you to dance, even when I’ll be just as bad as you are. But I’ll learn you will touch me gently and gentlemanly, your hands never left my waist even when I expect them to. You’ll tell me bits and pieces about yourself, the good parts that I’ll come to love the most. Your favorite color is blue and you live alone. I respect you instantly; you deserve it.
We’ll write your bucket list together, and by that, I mean you’l
Balloons Race Her To HeavenIt's two o'clock in the morning, and foggy, but I'm holding that balloon. The white one. Her white one. Popped, raggedy, worn. Black polka-dots drawn on. She wanted a pink one, but there were only black and white. So tonight I brought her a pink one.
I sit on a park bench that I've been sitting on since eight twenty-two last night, trees encroaching on my shoulders. I feel like the wind blows them lower, closer, but the wind isn't blowing and they're still coming closer.
I suddenly realize I'm not breathing when I try to hold my breath; I'd already been doing it. I can't find it in me to leave. I don't even have enough strength in my limp mind to do anything but think of her. My little girl.
She would've been twelve today. Her mother's blue eyes, her mother's beautiful fair skin. She looked exactly like her. She was the only one I had. Maybe fate gave me a second chance, something to hope for. But that changed six years ago.
"Daddy! I'm gonna go play on the swings, hold my balloon
Less Like A Lake, More Like A MoatLess Like a Lake, More Like a Moat
It was a culmination of things I have been holding in from love to loneliness-- and it just snapped. Then all of that love and loneliness poured out of my heart like the tiny white flakes falling from those sugar packets. I not only love you. I am IN love with you. It's obvious now. I'm not afraid of the thought or being insanely, mentally connected in some weird way. I know where my heart is--
And where is that? I'm sorry, I just...need for you to actually, consciously think about it.
I know where my heart is. My heart is here. With us. I literally just put myself out there with a chance of being crushed. That's how I know how I feel.
If your whole heart is here and mine is too, then it's all good.
I'm letting the prospect bleed into the prophecy. I've been consciously thinking about it for quite awhile. I am in love. And I can only speak for me.
My heart is here, too. And for a while there I was afraid that was a mistake. But I trust you
TNM-GUERRA ENTRE ELEMENTOS CAP-2Después de que agarrara el libro me fui corriendo a mi habitación, de que sea una “princesa” como mis padres me llaman no significa que no Deva hacer travesura, me recosté en mi cama y abrí el libro este tenía la portada algo desgastada la cual era así: http://www.iberlibro.com/servlet/FrameBase?content=/es/imagegallery/imagegallery.shtml?images=http://pictures.abebooks.com/CAMILLESOURGET/10716889343.jpg,http://pictures.abebooks.com/CAMILLESOURGET/10716889343_2.jpg es lindo pero esta todo lleno de polvo y eso me causa alergia, empecé a estornudar y sabia que me iban a escuchar así que rápido guarde el libro y me acosté.
Después de un rato papa entro a la habitación
-te encuentras bien cariño?- me pregunta en tono paterno
-si ACHU solo es un poco de ACHU alergia- dije dándole una sonrisa
-bien descansa, que mañana quiero enseñarte a montar- me da un beso en la frente y sale de mi cuarto
KissSensual. Passionate. Intimate. Heated. Close. Personal.
Those are some of the words you can describe a kiss. But why choose only a selection of words when you can string them into sentences?
Their lips didn’t awkwardly crash like those rushed scenes in movies when the characters realise they love each other. No, their lips were slowly guided towards each other by their partner’s love and light which illuminated the dark world that almost consumed them. At first, it was awkward since they didn’t choreograph or set a rhythm for their dancing but lips but soon, they melted into each other’s embrace like winter snow thawing to the beautiful welcome of spring. They set their rhythm according to the beat of their song, the consistent drumming of their hearts that were begging for unison, pounding against the restraints of the cages that kept them apart. As the intensity and desire for each other grew, so did the need for oxygen, forcing the lovers apart much to their
Because I Love YouAt the fringe of the grove Thaddigan rested his back against one of the monolithic broadleaf trees that fortified his village. Strings of merry, colorful lanterns illuminated the reunion of the Ironwood village and the nomadic men of the Kazic-Kalla tribe. Everywhere laughter resounded, stories were traded and bonds rekindled. Boisterous musicians of both groups performed in harmony the songs mutually composed for this specific occasion. The air was laced with the enticing aromas of roasted meats, tender loaves of bread and sweets of all description. Joyous moods were further lubricated with golden, barrel-aged ales and nectarous wines.
As a seventeen-year-old who had not yet undergone the ritualistic passage of manhood, Thaddigan was only permitted to partake in such libations during special occasions, a rule to which he had few objections. The single flagon he'd downed, even filtered through a stomach of heavy food, was making his head swim. It likely didn't help that he
Makoto Tachibana X reader
"(Y/N)! Why did you call me? Is there something wrong?" Makoto yelled not far from behind. I stiffened at his voice and my face turned pale. "Should i? I might hurt his feelings? No, i need to do this..." I thought as i turned to Makoto with a slight smile on my face.
Makoto stoped when he saw my face. "(Y/N)? Are you okay? Your a little pale.." Makoto mumbled and he placed his hand on my cheek. I held back my tears that was ready to fall, as much as i know, i think Makoto didn't notice.
"Makoto-kun...." I muttered as i gently took away his hand from my cheek. "I-i need to talk to you. It's important..." I stated in a monotone way but inside, i felt like my heart is dying.
Makoto stared at me for a while before nodding. "Sure, but you need to make it quick. We still have a relay practice." I nodded at his statement. I need to make this quick and try not to make his heart break.
"Makoto-kun, i think we should break up." I said while gripping my skirt tightly. Makoto gasped
sailing through tragediesThis is what a ‘tragedy’ feels like.
The thought had sailed through his star-crossed mind many nights before, but denial kept pushing back the bittersweet acceptance. He had loved her, with that one crooked tooth and her flushed cheeks, yet even through his love his heart had never started ticking again. He remembered laughing and crying and yelling and longing.
The crossroads of nerves tingling his skin never sent the message all the way to the cavities of his heart. The numbness surrounding his body remained even when she touched him.
But surely he had loved her, right? He had actually loved her. He was almost sure.
Sanity and insanity met paths many times in his short lifetime, and he always found himself questioning the world. Like clockwork his brain marked the hours of his increasing instability.
He was sure now, more than ever, that the tragic qualities of his life were not reflected by the death of his love. Simply, the tragedy came within himself and his inc
Sky X slender part 1 CREEPYPASTA!SKY BELONGS TO :iconelectricsky25: NOT ME! oh and this was my idea! MWHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
it was a nromle day at slender mansion grim sitting next to jeff talking about killing (YES i am in here SKY is my sister! :3) sky noming on a muffin.
"Sky!" BEN said.
"what?" sky said. (ben sky ben sky ben sky ECT!)
"slender wants you."
"okay. *walks up to slender*"
(end of ben and sky chatting)
"this is going to be funneh." grim said with a laugh.
"why?" asked jeff.
"cuz its all a lie." BEN said.
"really?" asked jeff.
"yep. there going to be offender there. nakedddd X3" grim said.
"WTF XD really?!" asked jeff laughing. (XD)
"YEP." grim said XD
END OF PART 1!
LOLOLOLOL I HOPE YOU LIKE xD
The Colossus And RomeI. Aer
It is a dreary night when we first meet. He whispers mythical things in my ear as the fog surrounding us rises to great heights. The outlines of black cypress trees are juxtaposed against the sickly brown sky. Behind us, the wind crashes into the waves and frothy water spills over onto the harbor. The wind blows with enough force to overturn the little wooden fishing boats in the distance.
The wind cannot topple us, though it tries. His grey eyed gaze fixes me to my spot, and I am left paralyzed by the imprints his soul leaves on me in those first few moments of our acquaintance. His smile makes me euphoric. It is the kind of genuine smile that could light a whole citadel. I feel the legends of old lovers seep into my hands and slowly dribble into my bones. Raw passion sears my skin. It is burned onto my heart with an iron brand. The wind howls and blusters across the Roman Forum.
Wind destroys everything eventually.
But he is the Colossus and I am Rome, and when we fall,
A Beauty Such as Yours.To take a rose, and to say it holds true beauty is a common concept in the world of romance, but such a thing only pales in comparison to yours. A flame dancing elegantly in the nightlight can only come so far before it falls short of you. To say such an simple thing as "I love you" simply doesn't seem enough. I could look you in the eyes, and whisper "Sweet nothingness", and hope you understand my meaning, but the true meaning is misconstrued on the way. When I say "Sweet nothingness", it means that to me, you are my only, and the world around me is meaningless. I could take you by the hand, and we could calmly dance under the light of the moon, but the problems of reality would distract you. The judgement that comes with excepting my love, the ridicule, but if you can ignore it, then we will be happy. As I said before, a simple rose, pales in comparison.
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