Hi! This is a _____x______ fic. Can't tell you. :P They were always my
favourite couple, so here it is. The very first _____x_____, enjoy!
"speech"
*** changes POV
'thoughts or memories'
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Would life be different if I never met you? If I never stepped onto the hot sand of the small beach? It's really hard to tell. If I didn't meet you would I still have this pain in my heart? Or would it go away?
I never felt this way. I was rude, obnoxious and just plain mean, but you put up with me. You gave me kindness where other people never could. You gave me meaning in this life.
You were always proud, your pride almost bigger than mine. Yet you never seemed egotistic, like me. People gave respect twords you because you helped eveyone, at a price though. You wanderded the Earth searching for something you already found, something that you have. If only you knew.
I remember the day you left, I wars going to tell you. Really, I was. But there was the whole celebration of having Claire back, I never got time alone with you. My sister swept me away the moment everything calmed down, I never told you.
Now, three years later I wait. I wait in the large castle filled with my everything I could ever need. I had invaded serveral weaker countries. I'm getting closer to world domination, but there's one question I ask myself every day. Would you be proud of me? Would you accept the person I beacame?
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I'm an ass. I can tell you straight up. I've done some pretty nasty stuff in my life to get where I am today. But when I met you weapons and fame didn't matter anymore. Gold and pretty woman didn't matter to me. All I wanted was you, yeah right. You were a princess, soon to be queen. You had princes all over the world offering you the most expensive [relics] in the world.
I had my pride. If it wasn't for it then I would find myself crawling to you, blurting out every bit of emotion I have. You were weird, really weird. Mean, nasty. Then why do I have this feeling when you go away.
It hard some nights. Sitting by the fire, waiting for you. I remember that one night when you did come by in Carona. We talk what seemed like for hours, and that's when I knew. That's when the feeling surprised me.
Whe you left. I was really fucked up that day. I had it all planed in my head. I was going to tell you, then you told me the same. We were going to travel the world together, but my damn pride. There you were, standing with your sister. I could have walked up and said, 'Can I talk to you for a second.' But I didn't. I didn't.
When I travel I hear rumours about you. Invading countries and starting wars. But that's not you. The dark soul that I had first met was doing that, not the one I saw when we talked at the campfire. The dark soul that took over you when you were fighting. The ravaging, blood thirsty and barbaric one. If only they knew the real you, if only.
"speech"
*** changes POV
'thoughts or memories'
~~~~~~~~~
Would life be different if I never met you? If I never stepped onto the hot sand of the small beach? It's really hard to tell. If I didn't meet you would I still have this pain in my heart? Or would it go away?
I never felt this way. I was rude, obnoxious and just plain mean, but you put up with me. You gave me kindness where other people never could. You gave me meaning in this life.
You were always proud, your pride almost bigger than mine. Yet you never seemed egotistic, like me. People gave respect twords you because you helped eveyone, at a price though. You wanderded the Earth searching for something you already found, something that you have. If only you knew.
I remember the day you left, I wars going to tell you. Really, I was. But there was the whole celebration of having Claire back, I never got time alone with you. My sister swept me away the moment everything calmed down, I never told you.
Now, three years later I wait. I wait in the large castle filled with my everything I could ever need. I had invaded serveral weaker countries. I'm getting closer to world domination, but there's one question I ask myself every day. Would you be proud of me? Would you accept the person I beacame?
***
I'm an ass. I can tell you straight up. I've done some pretty nasty stuff in my life to get where I am today. But when I met you weapons and fame didn't matter anymore. Gold and pretty woman didn't matter to me. All I wanted was you, yeah right. You were a princess, soon to be queen. You had princes all over the world offering you the most expensive [relics] in the world.
I had my pride. If it wasn't for it then I would find myself crawling to you, blurting out every bit of emotion I have. You were weird, really weird. Mean, nasty. Then why do I have this feeling when you go away.
It hard some nights. Sitting by the fire, waiting for you. I remember that one night when you did come by in Carona. We talk what seemed like for hours, and that's when I knew. That's when the feeling surprised me.
Whe you left. I was really fucked up that day. I had it all planed in my head. I was going to tell you, then you told me the same. We were going to travel the world together, but my damn pride. There you were, standing with your sister. I could have walked up and said, 'Can I talk to you for a second.' But I didn't. I didn't.
When I travel I hear rumours about you. Invading countries and starting wars. But that's not you. The dark soul that I had first met was doing that, not the one I saw when we talked at the campfire. The dark soul that took over you when you were fighting. The ravaging, blood thirsty and barbaric one. If only they knew the real you, if only.