this was spawned about ten minutes ago. really, it was.
disclaimer: not mine. never will be.
[and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your life
when everything feels like the movies
yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive]
-goo goo dolls, iris
[darkness' kiss]
lady of the mer
[prologue]
mIstrEss?
WheRe aRe YoU, mIStreSs?
wE mIsS yOu, MiStresS.
cOmE bAck tO Us, miStrEsS.
WE'Re hUnGry, MistreSs.
We NeEd sOuls, mISTreSS.
oR WE'll dIe.
ThAt BoY.
hiS sOUl Is RicH, MIstresS.
BrInG HiM tO Us, miStreSS.
sO thAt wE maY reSt.
We aRe sO TiRed, mIstrESs.
bRinG uS ThE bOy.
sOOn.
pLeaSe, mISStrEss.
Kinomoto Sakura woke up with a start, chest heaving.
[*]
Black petals.
Swirling, whirling.
Swept in an ethereal wind.
Black petals.
And through the curtain of velvet-black petals peered two eyes.
Eyes as green as newborn grass.
Like fresh-cut emeralds, shimmering in the light.
Through the swirl of black petals, they stared at him.
And then the petals came sharply into focus.
They weren't rose petals, no, no.
They weren't magnolia petals, no, no.
They weren't daisy, no, no.
Cherry blossoms. They were cherry blossoms.
Black sakura petals.
Black sakura petals blowing in the wind.
Li Syaoron tossed and turned, tangling himself further in the sweat-soaked sheets.
[*]
The figure sat on a rock, legs crossed at the knees. Giant black bat's wings rose behind her, long as she was
tall. One of her alabaster-white arms rested on her knee, the other hand clutching the rock. Her chin rested
in her upturned hand, violet-black hair forming a shimmery curtain about her naked form. Twin horns emerged
from her head, curling bout her ears like a ram's. Blood-red lips curved in a smile that took pleasure
from pain. Red-black eyes crinkled in sadistic mirth, fires roving in their depths.
Hel reached out to stroke the trembling boy's cheek, gently following the curve of his jaw. The boy shook
violently, uttering soft whimpers in his troubled sleep.
SOoN, mISTREss, SoOn, she whispered, tongue sliding over pointed teeth. This boy would be delicious.
sOOn.
[end]
well. that was strange.
disclaimer: not mine. never will be.
[and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your life
when everything feels like the movies
yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive]
-goo goo dolls, iris
[darkness' kiss]
lady of the mer
[prologue]
mIstrEss?
WheRe aRe YoU, mIStreSs?
wE mIsS yOu, MiStresS.
cOmE bAck tO Us, miStrEsS.
WE'Re hUnGry, MistreSs.
We NeEd sOuls, mISTreSS.
oR WE'll dIe.
ThAt BoY.
hiS sOUl Is RicH, MIstresS.
BrInG HiM tO Us, miStreSS.
sO thAt wE maY reSt.
We aRe sO TiRed, mIstrESs.
bRinG uS ThE bOy.
sOOn.
pLeaSe, mISStrEss.
Kinomoto Sakura woke up with a start, chest heaving.
[*]
Black petals.
Swirling, whirling.
Swept in an ethereal wind.
Black petals.
And through the curtain of velvet-black petals peered two eyes.
Eyes as green as newborn grass.
Like fresh-cut emeralds, shimmering in the light.
Through the swirl of black petals, they stared at him.
And then the petals came sharply into focus.
They weren't rose petals, no, no.
They weren't magnolia petals, no, no.
They weren't daisy, no, no.
Cherry blossoms. They were cherry blossoms.
Black sakura petals.
Black sakura petals blowing in the wind.
Li Syaoron tossed and turned, tangling himself further in the sweat-soaked sheets.
[*]
The figure sat on a rock, legs crossed at the knees. Giant black bat's wings rose behind her, long as she was
tall. One of her alabaster-white arms rested on her knee, the other hand clutching the rock. Her chin rested
in her upturned hand, violet-black hair forming a shimmery curtain about her naked form. Twin horns emerged
from her head, curling bout her ears like a ram's. Blood-red lips curved in a smile that took pleasure
from pain. Red-black eyes crinkled in sadistic mirth, fires roving in their depths.
Hel reached out to stroke the trembling boy's cheek, gently following the curve of his jaw. The boy shook
violently, uttering soft whimpers in his troubled sleep.
SOoN, mISTREss, SoOn, she whispered, tongue sliding over pointed teeth. This boy would be delicious.
sOOn.
[end]
well. that was strange.