Hiya! It's RK! I don't own slayers but I own my ideas. I am a big fan of
X/F as you can probably tell.
You'll never know.
You'll never know how much I love you.
As I lounge in the air, floating next to the others I gaze at you. You, nor anyone else in existence shall know the depths of my feelings. There's no one who I could tell them to anyway. Everyday I hopefully wait for the right opportunity only to find none. If I talk to a swordsman he won't understand and say "duh?". If I talk to a golem he will laugh at me and probably so will a fiery-tempered sorceress. A justice queen will encourage me to tell you or tell you herself and then my cover shall be blown and humiliation shall ensue.
If I tell you I will shortly be acquainted with the ground and the wrong end of a mace. You would curse me to hell, thinking I only jest so as to further annoy you. Maybe one day if your lucky, you'll happen to see me looking at you with wide, gentle, loving eyes and you'll know how I feel. How do I feel? I myself can't answer that. Mazoku like myself cannot love. So why am I feeling an emotion far deeper for you than mere lust? I search myself and you everyday for my answers and I only come up with more questions.
I feel so... So confused.
As I ponder these questions and the impending answers I'll have to give you one day, I notice you looking at me. You look radiant, standing there with your long golden tresses blowing in the slight breeze and the sun shinning in your kind, sapphire orbs. I quickly close my own as you ask me what is the matter. It is such a simple question and yet... I think about the various answers I could give you. I know what you want but... The truth is out of the question, seeing as how we are in public and the others are listening intently.
'I love you' would not be the wisest thing to say. Instead, though I may regret it, I reply with my usual answer of sore wa himitsu desu. I read your face expectantly. At first you look confused, as if expecting to hear something else. Then regret followed by hurt which made me cringe. Then after a long moment anger. You yell at me as you swing your mace, but it seems like a half hearted attempt. I am further puzzled by your actions as I realize you are not hitting me on purpose. I am fully confused as I hear you sigh. With, regret? Longing? I must be imagining things. I wonder if I'll ever tell you the truth.
Xellos Metalium
You'll never know.
You'll never know how much I love you.
As I lounge in the air, floating next to the others I gaze at you. You, nor anyone else in existence shall know the depths of my feelings. There's no one who I could tell them to anyway. Everyday I hopefully wait for the right opportunity only to find none. If I talk to a swordsman he won't understand and say "duh?". If I talk to a golem he will laugh at me and probably so will a fiery-tempered sorceress. A justice queen will encourage me to tell you or tell you herself and then my cover shall be blown and humiliation shall ensue.
If I tell you I will shortly be acquainted with the ground and the wrong end of a mace. You would curse me to hell, thinking I only jest so as to further annoy you. Maybe one day if your lucky, you'll happen to see me looking at you with wide, gentle, loving eyes and you'll know how I feel. How do I feel? I myself can't answer that. Mazoku like myself cannot love. So why am I feeling an emotion far deeper for you than mere lust? I search myself and you everyday for my answers and I only come up with more questions.
I feel so... So confused.
As I ponder these questions and the impending answers I'll have to give you one day, I notice you looking at me. You look radiant, standing there with your long golden tresses blowing in the slight breeze and the sun shinning in your kind, sapphire orbs. I quickly close my own as you ask me what is the matter. It is such a simple question and yet... I think about the various answers I could give you. I know what you want but... The truth is out of the question, seeing as how we are in public and the others are listening intently.
'I love you' would not be the wisest thing to say. Instead, though I may regret it, I reply with my usual answer of sore wa himitsu desu. I read your face expectantly. At first you look confused, as if expecting to hear something else. Then regret followed by hurt which made me cringe. Then after a long moment anger. You yell at me as you swing your mace, but it seems like a half hearted attempt. I am further puzzled by your actions as I realize you are not hitting me on purpose. I am fully confused as I hear you sigh. With, regret? Longing? I must be imagining things. I wonder if I'll ever tell you the truth.
Xellos Metalium