The eyes he encountered were so deeply blue—black if Miharu hadn’t known better—so earnest. The wall of Death that Yoite constructed was flimsy. Exhaustion and wistfulness were legible in a gaping pupil.

Soubi knew that Seimei’s cruelty was feigned. His master was always sensitive to how vulnerable he allowed himself to sound, especially when seeking explanation for a thing he could potentially misunderstand.

Soubi would linger with the same look every time: the grim, pale, and otherwise unreadable expression of a soul bent in half by its own unsightliness. If only he would erase that brainless train of thought, then Seimei would be able to move on as well.

Long gone were the warm sensations of his heart, where blood meant life and life meant love, and all of that meant Benjamin Barker. Poetic little thing about Sweeney Todd

The Fighter may as well have been asking for the virginity of his drooping, wilting feline ears, the way that Seimei’s heart began to race, the flesh of his cheeks gone red enough to attract the sun’s envy. Seimei x Soubi . rr.

There was a disturbance in the Force—though the idea was never novel to him, it never became any less potent. There was suffering, far away but authoritative, heart wrenching. It was concentrated—an individual kind of pain.

Cute little diddy about Ender and Val going incognito on one of the planets they visit during their voyage.

Your hair, he said. Take it down. [Chap2isup]

As dictated by the curse, Sophie must be Justin's true love. Yet, Howl is Sophie's! What's gonna happen? Read it, I dare ya.

Andrew loves his wife... yeap.

It was then she noticed that he was standing there, unbearably awkward in an undersized school uniform. He must have coded her happiness as budding mockery. And then she realized—what on earth was he doing here? Chapter 2 is here!