She was a girl with tin cans for arms, holding them out in the breeze for someone who will listen. He was a boy trapped in a cage of his own creation, ear pressed against it, waiting for someone with enough courage to knock. So when her fingers glided across his iron bars, he heard. Damn right, he heard. And slowly, surely, he'll break free. [Gentle Romance][KaoruxOC]

[KuramaxOC] She was an odd mixture of keen wit and snark, with an ability that she had yet to acknowledge as a gift; he was both a demon and a human, an odd spectacle caught between two worlds and not quite fitting into either. They were both looking for something, but what they found was not quite what they were after - it ended up being more. And that was enough. [Discontinued]

I guess if there's one thing I've learned, it's that we all have our images to hide behind. It's like inviting someone into a museum to look at all of the pretty paintings of fake people, because it's not often that you meet someone who wants to take the picture down and look past the lies at what's waiting behind it. And that includes yourself.