Here are some random things that I have written on Tumblr. This is my first foray into the GW fandom. All original characters belong to me.
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She stared out the window at the glittering neon signs. I hate the city she thought, wishing for the simplicity of the country life she had always known.
"Simplicity, but not the reality" a soft voice spoke from behind her. Strong arms wrapped around her and she smiled as she leaned back into the embrace. The lights were bright enough to partially illuminate the dark bedroom. It was a sight she had gotten used to over the years. She had changed, the man embracing her had not.
She had come a long way from the scared thirteen-year-old she was when they first met. The t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms swamped her small frame. Her pale skin emphasized the scars on her wrist, a reminder of what he had saved her from. She was embraced by a dark cloaked figure with a skull mask, but she wasn't frightened in the least.
"Why the formality?" she asked.
"On the job, so to speak."
"Now I feel underdressed" she paused before finishing "Duo". Even though his face was covered, she could sense his smirk. The image wavered and the cloaked figure was replaced by a man who appeared to be her age, wearing a black tank top, black pants, and black combat boots. A long chestnut braid trailed over his shoulder and violet eyes that almost glowed.
"I love when you say that" he said as he pulled her away from the window and onto the bed. He was poised over her, her hands above her head, their fingers interlaced. "Only you are worthy of my true name."
"I am eternally grateful for what you have done for me and I will always love you" she replied. His body shifted upwards and she gasped as he kissed the scars on her left wrist, his braid pooling on her stomach.
"You will never be hurt like that again" he said, a malevolent seriousness replacing his mirthful tone. "My Relena" he continued, possessively, kissing down her arm to her elbow.
She responded by lifting her head slightly to kiss the side of his neck. "Will there be much to do tomorrow?"
"Naughty, naughty" he chuckled. "There is always work, but that is for tomorrow. Tonight is for us." Out of nowhere soft music began to emanate from the radio on the bedside table. Relena chuckled to herself as Duo leaned down to kiss her. How fitting she thought.
Danse macabre. Death and the Maiden. How cliché.