AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh yeah Alucard x Sir Integra one-shot but then again I
might add chapter onto it if anyone at least reads it.
DISCLAIMER: I dun own Hell Sing...and you dun either.
WARNINGS: Some lemonish scenes, it's not like you don't know where babies
come from. Right?
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Prologue
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She was the rose, the lovely rose. Bold and beautiful.yes she was. Yet you can never get close, she has thorns that block the way. For they always do.
He wanted to hold her to make his own. To love and cherish, to kill and destroy. But each time he tries, the thorns pierce through his hands, pushing him back from his love.
As the masochist he was, he savored these feelings she returned. It somehow makes him even want her more.
She was the rose a flower of much beauty and grace with a pleasant scent. But this flower is painful to hold, because each time you touch it.
Small fangs of emotions that bite your hands and leaving the nice little droplets of blood staining both flower and hand.
And how he longs for this little rose...his little rose...
might add chapter onto it if anyone at least reads it.
DISCLAIMER: I dun own Hell Sing...and you dun either.
WARNINGS: Some lemonish scenes, it's not like you don't know where babies
come from. Right?
@---'----
@---'----
@---'----
Prologue
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She was the rose, the lovely rose. Bold and beautiful.yes she was. Yet you can never get close, she has thorns that block the way. For they always do.
He wanted to hold her to make his own. To love and cherish, to kill and destroy. But each time he tries, the thorns pierce through his hands, pushing him back from his love.
As the masochist he was, he savored these feelings she returned. It somehow makes him even want her more.
She was the rose a flower of much beauty and grace with a pleasant scent. But this flower is painful to hold, because each time you touch it.
Small fangs of emotions that bite your hands and leaving the nice little droplets of blood staining both flower and hand.
And how he longs for this little rose...his little rose...
