Why? Oh why can't everyone just admit their feelings and be happy?
Everyday it's the same. A fight always breaks out between ryuuzoku and
mazoku. A mace is brought into the picture and aimed at a grinning purple-
haired guy. However, today he's not grinning. He seemed apologetic as he
waggled his finger and infuriated the blonde woman. He loves her so much.
So why doesn't he tell her?
I mean it's a little odd, but hey. I'm in love with a golem so what's the
problem? Just because their races hate each other and the mazoku almost
whipped out the golden dragons doesn't mean they can't fall in love.
Monsters can love. Maybe this relationship will end the never ending war.
If only mazoku weren't so annoying, sorceresses weren't so stubborn,
swordsman weren't so clueless, dragons weren't so dignified, and golems
weren't so embarrassed and shy we would all live happily ever after.
BUT NO! No one ever listens to a little Justice Princess. I hear her sigh
with sadness as she half-heartedly swings her mace at the depressed monster
in front of her. It's crystal clear that both of them would rather be in
each others' arms than fighting. I have to do something, but what? The ruby-
eyed girl standing next to me gets fed up with this pathetic display. She
takes pity on them and yells at them. Relieved to stop, they fall into
their places with a meek protest from Filia who is quickly silenced with a
glare.
Next to one another. The impatient sorceress takes the lead next to her
slightly dumb blonde love. She looks at him a second and then resumes
walking. Curious I look at him. I know he isn't as dumb as he pretends to
be. He looks at the altitude-challenged red head with longing clear in his
deep blue eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul and I
believe it. He runs a large hand through her hair and she blushes scarlet.
I giggle and look down suddenly. A stone hand has taken mine then it lets
go. I ponder this as I walk on.
Amelia Wil Tesla Seiloon
Everyday it's the same. A fight always breaks out between ryuuzoku and
mazoku. A mace is brought into the picture and aimed at a grinning purple-
haired guy. However, today he's not grinning. He seemed apologetic as he
waggled his finger and infuriated the blonde woman. He loves her so much.
So why doesn't he tell her?
I mean it's a little odd, but hey. I'm in love with a golem so what's the
problem? Just because their races hate each other and the mazoku almost
whipped out the golden dragons doesn't mean they can't fall in love.
Monsters can love. Maybe this relationship will end the never ending war.
If only mazoku weren't so annoying, sorceresses weren't so stubborn,
swordsman weren't so clueless, dragons weren't so dignified, and golems
weren't so embarrassed and shy we would all live happily ever after.
BUT NO! No one ever listens to a little Justice Princess. I hear her sigh
with sadness as she half-heartedly swings her mace at the depressed monster
in front of her. It's crystal clear that both of them would rather be in
each others' arms than fighting. I have to do something, but what? The ruby-
eyed girl standing next to me gets fed up with this pathetic display. She
takes pity on them and yells at them. Relieved to stop, they fall into
their places with a meek protest from Filia who is quickly silenced with a
glare.
Next to one another. The impatient sorceress takes the lead next to her
slightly dumb blonde love. She looks at him a second and then resumes
walking. Curious I look at him. I know he isn't as dumb as he pretends to
be. He looks at the altitude-challenged red head with longing clear in his
deep blue eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul and I
believe it. He runs a large hand through her hair and she blushes scarlet.
I giggle and look down suddenly. A stone hand has taken mine then it lets
go. I ponder this as I walk on.
Amelia Wil Tesla Seiloon