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'this is ridiculous!' I mentally barade myself. It's happening again. Gourry. I love that name. And that guy. No. I shake my head, but my thoughts remain the same. It is true. I admit it. Of course, to myself is the only way I will ever say it. I am a coward, I know, but I can never tell anyone else. The young, tall, buff, stupid, and loyal swordsman of light has captured my maiden's heart.
I love Gourry Gabriev. However. There are two howevers. One is Syphiel of Sairaag. She is always so kind to everyone and it's my fault that he father and city died. She is a dear friend to me and a valuable ally. She can also cast the dragon slave, though she specializes in healing magic. She's always been there when we needed her most and she has never failed us. The thing is everyone can plainly see how much she cares about him.
My swordsman! She wants to steal him away from me! I laugh at my childish thoughts. I calmly remind myself that she met him first and therefore has dibs on him. I am the thief in reality. I mean, how could I do that to her? She has way more to offer him anyway. A non- nomadic home so he wouldn't always be on the move. She cooks a lot better than me too. As I think about this I sink into a dark depression. I blush at the next thought that comes to mind.
She has a way better body than I ever will have. The second however is just that. He could never love me when he was her waiting at home for him. He could have a quiet life with her. I hear my dragon friend sigh. I wonder what she is thinking of and what troubles her. Then I hear her talk to an annoying general-priest. As I hear her voice the question I already know the outcome. Sure enough he replies "Sore wa himitsu desu."
However he doesn't seem as cheerful today as he normally is. The mace is whipped around, but as always, fails to hit it's elusive purple-haired target. A funny pair those two make. Everyone knows they're in love except themselves. Despite the fact that mazoku can't love he seems to be doing a fair job of disproving that old saying. I glance at the blonde man next to me to see that oh-so-cute confused look in his handsome features.
I will always love him and I hope perhaps someday he'll see past the arrogant, flat-chested, power hungry, brat and come to love me too. I know it will never be, but I can always hope. Heh. I laugh a little. I'm starting to sound like little Justice Princess. I turn and yell at the two still fighting and, more than a little relieved, they join our group again. I feel a gentle hand run through my messy hair. I turn scarlet and look down. We're on our way. Lina Inverse
'this is ridiculous!' I mentally barade myself. It's happening again. Gourry. I love that name. And that guy. No. I shake my head, but my thoughts remain the same. It is true. I admit it. Of course, to myself is the only way I will ever say it. I am a coward, I know, but I can never tell anyone else. The young, tall, buff, stupid, and loyal swordsman of light has captured my maiden's heart.
I love Gourry Gabriev. However. There are two howevers. One is Syphiel of Sairaag. She is always so kind to everyone and it's my fault that he father and city died. She is a dear friend to me and a valuable ally. She can also cast the dragon slave, though she specializes in healing magic. She's always been there when we needed her most and she has never failed us. The thing is everyone can plainly see how much she cares about him.
My swordsman! She wants to steal him away from me! I laugh at my childish thoughts. I calmly remind myself that she met him first and therefore has dibs on him. I am the thief in reality. I mean, how could I do that to her? She has way more to offer him anyway. A non- nomadic home so he wouldn't always be on the move. She cooks a lot better than me too. As I think about this I sink into a dark depression. I blush at the next thought that comes to mind.
She has a way better body than I ever will have. The second however is just that. He could never love me when he was her waiting at home for him. He could have a quiet life with her. I hear my dragon friend sigh. I wonder what she is thinking of and what troubles her. Then I hear her talk to an annoying general-priest. As I hear her voice the question I already know the outcome. Sure enough he replies "Sore wa himitsu desu."
However he doesn't seem as cheerful today as he normally is. The mace is whipped around, but as always, fails to hit it's elusive purple-haired target. A funny pair those two make. Everyone knows they're in love except themselves. Despite the fact that mazoku can't love he seems to be doing a fair job of disproving that old saying. I glance at the blonde man next to me to see that oh-so-cute confused look in his handsome features.
I will always love him and I hope perhaps someday he'll see past the arrogant, flat-chested, power hungry, brat and come to love me too. I know it will never be, but I can always hope. Heh. I laugh a little. I'm starting to sound like little Justice Princess. I turn and yell at the two still fighting and, more than a little relieved, they join our group again. I feel a gentle hand run through my messy hair. I turn scarlet and look down. We're on our way. Lina Inverse