Yay! A new fluffy "chapter", written especially for KrisEleven, The Lightning Flash, and Zero Skye, Yeah, so, for the songs'-copyright-thing-so-I-don't-get-sued-and-blah-blah-blah, these were
[oooh, feel special, you three!!!] who were kind enough to review and cool enough to request
for more. YAY! (I think I was cool enough to oblige their request, too, seeing that this ended
up being written.)
all done to a single CD, Tim Hughes's Holding Nothing Back from 2007. Yeah, so (C) of the
titles go to Tim Hughes. There you go, buddy. The end.
I'm going to sleep now [argh, I have stupid sleeping hours], so, just go read. And
enjoy/laugh/roll your eyes and/or declare me positively insane!
P.S. Ahaha..."Take the World" was sort of inspired by a chapter in Stephanie Meyer's Breaking
Dawn, and I realized that after I wrote it, so it was not intentional.
And, on a final note, if you want more, I will write more. Just review this, and then tell me.
Out of the DarknessĀ
He hadn't even realized that he was living in the dark. In fact, he didn't even realize that his existence
was so hollow, so empty and cold. He thought that his father's commanding voice was all that there
was to this life, until someone lit the flame.
The fire was blinding, vibrant, wreathed in a permanent orangey-gold glow that shed its light everywhere.
He could only squint at it at first, his eyes unaccustomed to the brightness. He did not understand the
flame. It was as quick to burn him as to give him light and warmth. His grey eyes could not help but watch
its dangerous beauty, as it danced on, leading him out of his darkness, making him open his eyes to the
world and beauty around him.
Everything
She was his everything. His everything unachievable, everything denied and desired. He could not help
but love her, and though he told himself that it was impossible, that she would only ever wish to be
strictly and simply friends, he could not stop his heart from beating in passionate adoration when he saw
her face, or a tremor of pleasure to run through him as she spoke his name. As much as he wished to deny
it, Jester's heart silently proclaimed her as his everything.
Happy Day
They were married on a soft summer night, when the wind was warm and the delicate pink blossoms
flowered beautifully. Rake's eyes shone, filled with the purest, most joyful of loves as his bride was walked to
him, her dark hair flowing down freely and adorned by flower petals.
He had never been more joyful, never more blissful, than the moment when their eyes met, shining with
devotion as they clung to each other's hands and exchanged their vows of love on that glorious day. Their
friends and family cheered, though Rake had eyes and ears only for Pepper. He thought his heart might split,
for he had never been so happy. She made him feel more alive than the greenest of sprigs in his garden.
Take the World
He had shattered, breaking into a thousand bitter shards. You need a brain? He thought angrily, embittered.
A friend? A home? A heart? Go ahead, take mine. Oh, what was that? Not enough? Fine, take the world, take my
world, my life. Take her. Take whatever you need from this poor fool, as long as she is happy. He broke down into
a silent cry of agony as he saw them walking together, fire and darkness.
Holding Nothing Back
She held nothing back as she kissed him, stretching up on her toes, her arms wrapped around his neck as she
pulled his face down to hers. Her hands knotted themselves into his hair, as their lips moved in unison. His arms
tightened around her waist, pulling her as close as possible to his body, and shivers of excitement set her skin
aflame from where they touched. He was hers for keeps, and nothing would change that.
Center of It All
He was, of course, the center of it all. He knew that they knew it, even if those short-sighted shortlives didn't
realize it yet. He was the true king of these parts, able to smash them all with a single swish of his great scaly
green tail or a gentle breath of flame if he needed to. Though, the overgrown-lizard had to add as an
afterthought that he never would. He simply held the power, the brains, and the beauty, because, oh yes, he
knew that he was, of course, incredibly handsome. Incredibly handsome, indeed.
