Yep...The Romantic thingie again... I need a new muse... I'm becoming too attached to this one... -Thunk- Ow. Remind me why I keep him?
First: Inspired by a picture on Riku's ever-so-popular 'Take my hand' pose. This wasn't the game screenshot, but it was rather effective in writhing into my heart and implimenting ideas. Remember I'll send these pics to you if you want to know what they look like.
Second: Originally, I wanted to do a side-story to my main one, talking about the 'Wielder of the Dark Heart's' memories upon Destiny Islands, but I'm so short on time and swamped with other ideas, that this mini quote will have to suffice.
Dedication: xAkix. Almost always the first to review any crap I decide to post on this site. I think she deserves more than just some puny dedication, but sadly, that's all I can create at 12:30 am and working on a time budget. Sorry Aki-chan.
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I'm not meant to care...not meant to love... What the hell kind of power do you have to rewrite my fate? And why do I wish for it to remain 'undone'?
Lost in an Aquamarine Dream
He stands ahead of her, facing the endless stretch of sparkling ocean, his silvery strands of hair dancing lightly in the small breeze that wisps between them. She affectionately whispers his treasured name as it slips from her heart into the twilit Island air. At first, he doesn't react and slowly, he begins to turn, his metallic hair shifting methodically as he comes to face her now. His aqua spheres shimmer gorgeously as his soft lips lift into his famous smirk; the one that made her darkened heart beat deeper...and faster. His aquamarine vision found hers and held it gently as his black-gloved hand passionately rises up to offer its love to her. His lips move, but not by destroying his beloved smirk as he whispers her name and requests that she come with him, be with him...
Forever...
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It was just a stupid dare, brought on by a sore loser who couldn't handle his challenge. We both accepted, determined to prove our word of taking what was given, even if it extended the boundaries of the game slightly. It was not supposed to mean a thing, but when your lips touched mine, electricity shot up my spine and threw my cursed heart into convulsions. If it wasn't meant to matter...why does your face fail to leave my thoughts and why is your voice incapable of leaving my mind? Why do I watch the sun rise and set only to see your lips curl into that gorgeous smirk within those colourful rays? It wasn't meant to matter…
…And yet…it means everything…