Another wierd couple. someone asked me to make a traditional couple, so that'll be my next one. Now, my official muses,
Melpomene, muse of tragedy
Clio,muse of history
Calliope, muse of epic poetry
Terpsichore, muse of dancing
Erato, muse of lyric poetry
Euterpe, muse of music
Polyhymnia-muse of oratory and sacred song.
Thalia,,muse of comedy
Uriana,muse of astronomy
will say the disclaimer.
Muses- she doesn't own beyblade, but she does own a beyblade! and she doesn't Know if Emily's from Canada, buut she wanted to add a bit of her country to it!
A little ficcy I invented about Emily and someone else.... this is gonna be an actual story.
/ / means italics.
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Emily sat by the water's edge, moonlight shining on her hair , her skirt exchanged for a pair of jeans, thinking about the Russian tournament.
She recalled the various teams:The Bladebreakers,who were currently training in Rome, the White Tigers,who were in China, the Demolition Boys,who were with the Bladebreakers, her own team,who were training the normal way, in Canada, which, oddly enough, was her homeland, and the Magestics, who were
with the Allstars.
"It had to be them. Of all the people it could have been, it was them." She laughed bitterly.
"My karma must really suck."
"Why?" Said a voice behind her.
Emily twirled around, holding her pocket knife in one hand.
"Oh, Oliver. Its just you." /To bad it's you thats tormenting me/ she thought wryly.
" Uh huh." He sat down beside her, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.
"So tell me, why is your karma bad?"
"Oh, no reason." she said dismissively. " Just thinking some stupid thoughts out loud, thats all." She turned her head forward, looking at the stars above the winding stream.
"No thought is unimportant. 'Every thought is like a gem, having the power to make, or destroy.' "
Emily looked at him, puzzled. " Did you invent that, or is it something you read?" she asked.
"I wrote it a few months ago for a poem."
"Oh. I see." She turned back again.
Oliver watched her, moonlight turning her auburn hair a lighter shade.
She would hate to know how vulnerable she looked, knees up, arms wrapped around them, looking at the glistening water. He wished he knew what was bothering her. She had been distant the past few days.
Suddenly, she began to shiver slightly. Oliver noticed, and commented about it.
"Are you cold?"
"Huh? Uh, no, thats okay." she replied, slightly surprised out of her reverie.
"Don't lie. I'm not stupid." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him.
Emily stiffened, like her reflexes ordered her to, but then relaxed. What was the point?
"Better?" he murmured. She looked up at him, her usually guarded eyes clear, and smiled lightly.
"Yeah."
"Hey, Emily-" Oliver reddened." Do, you know, like anyone?"
"Umm.....yeah, I guess."
" Can I ask who?"
"Well, umm...." She murmured something under her breath.
Unfortunatly for her, Oliver had ears like a hawk.
"Me?"
Emily nodded, tears stinging her eyes.
Oliver smiled, and crushed the girl next to him.
"Emmy...."
Emily nestled against the boy, and fell asleep, her arms around him.
Oliver fell asleep to, his head on hers.
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Sap! Fluff! Not really angsty through, like most of my one shots.
Muses-like all of your one shots!
Me- hey!
Melpomene - you notice she used me most?
Erato- Was her poem in Letters lyric poetry or epic poetry?
Calliope- I don't know.
Me- you guys are giving me a headache.
Muses- HEY!(start chasing her around)
Uriana(slipps out of the group)- The writer would like to apologize for this, and wants you to R/R.
Thank you for your patience.(goes back to chasing)
Melpomene, muse of tragedy
Clio,muse of history
Calliope, muse of epic poetry
Terpsichore, muse of dancing
Erato, muse of lyric poetry
Euterpe, muse of music
Polyhymnia-muse of oratory and sacred song.
Thalia,,muse of comedy
Uriana,muse of astronomy
will say the disclaimer.
Muses- she doesn't own beyblade, but she does own a beyblade! and she doesn't Know if Emily's from Canada, buut she wanted to add a bit of her country to it!
A little ficcy I invented about Emily and someone else.... this is gonna be an actual story.
/ / means italics.
************************************************
Emily sat by the water's edge, moonlight shining on her hair , her skirt exchanged for a pair of jeans, thinking about the Russian tournament.
She recalled the various teams:The Bladebreakers,who were currently training in Rome, the White Tigers,who were in China, the Demolition Boys,who were with the Bladebreakers, her own team,who were training the normal way, in Canada, which, oddly enough, was her homeland, and the Magestics, who were
with the Allstars.
"It had to be them. Of all the people it could have been, it was them." She laughed bitterly.
"My karma must really suck."
"Why?" Said a voice behind her.
Emily twirled around, holding her pocket knife in one hand.
"Oh, Oliver. Its just you." /To bad it's you thats tormenting me/ she thought wryly.
" Uh huh." He sat down beside her, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.
"So tell me, why is your karma bad?"
"Oh, no reason." she said dismissively. " Just thinking some stupid thoughts out loud, thats all." She turned her head forward, looking at the stars above the winding stream.
"No thought is unimportant. 'Every thought is like a gem, having the power to make, or destroy.' "
Emily looked at him, puzzled. " Did you invent that, or is it something you read?" she asked.
"I wrote it a few months ago for a poem."
"Oh. I see." She turned back again.
Oliver watched her, moonlight turning her auburn hair a lighter shade.
She would hate to know how vulnerable she looked, knees up, arms wrapped around them, looking at the glistening water. He wished he knew what was bothering her. She had been distant the past few days.
Suddenly, she began to shiver slightly. Oliver noticed, and commented about it.
"Are you cold?"
"Huh? Uh, no, thats okay." she replied, slightly surprised out of her reverie.
"Don't lie. I'm not stupid." He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him.
Emily stiffened, like her reflexes ordered her to, but then relaxed. What was the point?
"Better?" he murmured. She looked up at him, her usually guarded eyes clear, and smiled lightly.
"Yeah."
"Hey, Emily-" Oliver reddened." Do, you know, like anyone?"
"Umm.....yeah, I guess."
" Can I ask who?"
"Well, umm...." She murmured something under her breath.
Unfortunatly for her, Oliver had ears like a hawk.
"Me?"
Emily nodded, tears stinging her eyes.
Oliver smiled, and crushed the girl next to him.
"Emmy...."
Emily nestled against the boy, and fell asleep, her arms around him.
Oliver fell asleep to, his head on hers.
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Sap! Fluff! Not really angsty through, like most of my one shots.
Muses-like all of your one shots!
Me- hey!
Melpomene - you notice she used me most?
Erato- Was her poem in Letters lyric poetry or epic poetry?
Calliope- I don't know.
Me- you guys are giving me a headache.
Muses- HEY!(start chasing her around)
Uriana(slipps out of the group)- The writer would like to apologize for this, and wants you to R/R.
Thank you for your patience.(goes back to chasing)