I dont own things...
I've been staring at Cormag all day.
Because I love him so.
He's shining his armor today, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. His brow is furrowed as he cleans the blue plates.
He's just so adorable that I can't tear my eyes away.
He stares at me every once in a while, although he tries to hide it. He looks up from his armor, awe-stuck face like a small child's after seeing a fancy toy. He's so cute.
When our eyes finally met, I winked at him. He returns to his work hurriedly.
It's so amusing how he acts so shy towards me, event though we officially admitted our feelings to each other a few days ago.
It's a wonder, really. How I, General Seth, can be reduced to this by simply staring at him.
Because I have him, the stars don't need to shine.
Grass doesn't need to grow, and birds don't need to sing. The universe could be sucked into oblivion for all I care. As long as I can have Cormag.
I don't know why I don't go over to my lover instead of staring at him from 15 feet away. He probably thinks I'm avoiding him.
And although I love to stare at him, I would much rather be near him.
So I stand up and walk over to him.
I put my arms around him from behind, and kiss trails up his neck. He grunts and a blush creeps up his face again.
God I love him.
Holy trinity. This was...I don't even know. Why is this here? What time is it? I think I took some cold medicine or something earlier. I'm crazy tired. It's late, I think. I was listening to ABBA, and one thing led to another. Nyquil gave birth to this idiot child of mine/dumpster baby. Why the hell is this about Seth and Cormag? I'm so confused...Just don't even count this story. I don't think anyone spiked my drink. It's possible. I'm going to go pass out now.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low. Looking out for the place to go. Where they play the right music, getting in the swing.
You come in to look for a king. Anybody could be that guy. Night is young and the music's high. With a bit of rock music, everything is fine. You're in the mood for a dance. And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen.
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on. Leave them burning and then you're gone. Looking out for another, anyone will do. You're in the mood for a dance. And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine. You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life. See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen.
Heheheheheh.