Gift-fic: RoxasNamineForever Reunion: in the Next Life."I wanted to see Roxas..." The redhead mummbled, turning to look at the brunette standing above him, the darkness tugging at his empty shell of a body. He smiled. "He...was the only one I liked..." He thought to himself of how much he truly liked Roxas. All of the memories that when they were in this sorry state of half existance. "He made me feel...like I had a heart."Axel felt that tug where his heart should have been. It was the phantom pains of loss, of love and of everything that Roxas had once given him back. When he and Roxas were together, he felt like he could take on the world- all of them at the same
.:Axel: Dear Roxas..:.Dear Roxas, Gosh, this is pretty difficult to write on paper. Well, I...I don't know how to say this in real life, cause I mean. It sounds way too sappy to say. But, anyways. Oh, and I'm sorry if I don't spell some things right. Got it memorized? But uh, I just wanted to tell you...I really, really miss you. I miss the laughs, the sadness, the good days when we were together. I know it's been a pretty long time since then, but the point is.I was wondering...well...Would you take me back?I understand if you say no. I know we've been kinda on and off for a very long time, and I'll get it if you're tired of it, or tired of me. God,
The Silent PrinceA Kingdom Hearts apprentice fan fiction Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled over a peaceful kingdom. He married a beautiful woman and made her his queen. She bore him a daughter. The king loved his daughter very much, but he didn't know how to show it, because he hadn't wanted a daughter. He had truly wanted a son to take the throne for him. The king realized that he was growing old, though his daughter was still young. He would need to take action if he wanted a son to become his heir. A young boy who lived in the kingdom received news that his parents had died. This boy was four years older than the princess. When the king he
L4D - The RavenOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I reloaded weak and weary, Over many a limb of zombie and other curious bits of gore.There I bandaged, neatly wrapping, suddenly there came a tapping,As if some infected rapping, rapping at the safe room door."'Tis some survivor" I muttered "tapping at the my safe room door-Only this, and nothing more."So I picked up the auto-shotgun and an extra pistol, as I already had one,Stuffed in my belt alongside the pipe-bomb that I had found on the second floor.Then from the door, I was retreating and I shouted forth a greeting"I am glad of this chance meeting, shall I open up once more?Please re
PoeLurid, odd, macabre. But now-- nevermore.
Possessed by PoeOn that night so dark and coldBy the lamplight, bright and boldI was filled with such a woePossessed by Edgar Allen PoeI got the urge right then to writeFilling with such dreadful frightI grabbed some parchment and a quillFeeling within my heart a chillMy pen I dipped in the ink wellFeeding the thirst I could not quellDespair grasped me, pulled me lowAs I did the bidding of Mr. PoeBent over my quaint little deskScratching, scraping words grotesqueWords that left me weary, weakAs I obeyed resigned and meekThrough the night I wrote his soulOnto that paper, under his controlI could only write and not sayAnyt
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