Nuu sorry everyone who actually likes this failpie series of random drabbles. I think one basically failed because I wrote this while I had writers' block. Haha kill me :'D
'silver and red' - - Vincent
Vincent loved silver. Silver anything, really. Silver spoons, silver bows, silver books, silver clothes, oh he could go on about how much he enjoyed silver. Silver was pretty in his eyes. The way it glitters in the sun and the way it glows to mysteriously under the moonlight. He loved it dearly. In fact, if he could streak the skies with silver, he would. No doubt about that. One of the reasons why, the reason why he loves silver so much, was because it wasn't red. Nowhere near red. Just the way he likes it.
'hugs' - - Glen&Jack
Jack laid his arms on top of Glen's head. Glen had dull eyes as he sat there. Jack smiled brightly. "HIIIIII…. Glen." He giggled again when Glen made a mutter of a remark. Jack wrapped his arms around his neck this time, from behind. Jack certainly loved Glen, so much that he was willing to annoy him like this. Glen stayed there, clearly annoyed of Jack's presence. Jack stood up and walked in front of Glen, standing there with hands on his hips before stretching his arms open. "Hugs?" And he wrapped his arms around him again.
'bleu moon' - - Mainly Alice (with Break, Oz and Gilbert)
Alice looked at Oz. Oz blinked back. "What does it mean, 'once in a blue moon'?". "It means it doesn't happen very often,". Gilbert replied blankly. Alice didn't believe him. "Why is the moon blue then?". "Exactly, Miss Alice." Break replied happily, smacking her on the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Alice glared up, which Break smiled back at. "Then why can't it be orange, or pink?". Break blinked. "Exactly." Alice looked back and glared again. Break stuck his tongue out and winked. Alice looked him weirdly then pointed a finger at him. "Like that, Oz?"
'mastermind' - - Break&Oz
He trailed his lips against the boy's skin, hearing different degrees of moans. He was the mastermind. He was the one who brought that idiot's precious master back. For what? To be seduced and used by him? Especially now, where he's just dying to be touched by him. Especially in this certain area. Where, Break, here's a deep moan echo in the room as gratitude. And throughout this whole situation, he was the mastermind, the one in control. And throughout the situation, he feels this deep lingering feeling in his stomach (since saying heart was too vague).
'keepsake' - - Gilbert
Gilbert escapes to his room, sighing tiredly before settling on top of his bed, his hat on the bed as well. He wants to sleep off the headache that Alice gave him (and Oz) today but he fights the urge. Because Break will surely scare the crap out of him once he sleeps. So he takes a moment to open his journal, hidden deep in the night desk. Black, smooth and leathery on the outside but filled with emotions and feelings inside, he takes out a pen and starts writing. He also draws too, rarely but surely.
'cake' - - Oz (fail Alice)
Oz held the big cake in his hands, smiling brightly behind it as people stared at him. "Look! Look what I made!" Of course, he had help from the chefs and servants that worked in the kitchen. Oz had no idea how to cook anyway. But the five-inch cake proved otherwise. It was decorated beautifully with green frosting and white icing. "Did you make that, Oz-kun?" "Yep! And don't worry, Break, I'll share with you~". He threw a tongue at the man, which he replied throwing a tongue on him. "WATCH OUT!" He looked to his left.
'colorful' - - Everyone/Main Characters
Alice was red; sturdy, proud and open-hearted. Oz was green; friendly, sensitive, and caring. Gilbert was blue; calm, cautious, and loyal. Break was purple; unique, eccentric, and insane. Sharon was pink; romantic, feminine, and innocent. And somewhere over that rainbow, lies a world of wonders and peace, oh especially peace. Where this cold and cruel world is just a blank canvas waiting to be painted on. The colors we see every day paint each day as the suns rises and sets. Maybe one day, maybe one day, this beautiful painting will become the world that we painted.
'proof' - - Vincent (hinted Alice)
Evidence. Conclusion. Evidence. The results. Evidence that the blood is red? The roses on the floor match the carpet(?). Evidence that she's dead? Her violet eyes were lifeless (it was beautiful). Evidence that he saved him? … He's with him even now (even though he doesn't remember him.) The conclusion? He saved him.. Everyone? The results, the blood on the floor.. Carpet… whatever. The results, the girl lying lifeless on the floor.. Porcelain? The evidence, the evidence. Its right here… the color of red on his hands. The proof? It's in his hands. The scissors are red.
'pencil' - - Liam
Pencils are dainty, fragile and understanding. Liam enjoys using pencils when he writes at times. Pencils… he prefers using pencils. Because pencils are like humans. They are able to learn from their mistakes (or rather his mistakes). Pens are sharp, precise, and cold. Liam doesn't enjoy using pens when he signs or marks times. Pens… he doesn't like them. Because pens show precision and no emotion. Pens have to be prefect. Pencils do not have to be perfect. In the end, pencils win over Liam. In the end, pens… are what he uses most of the time.
* I know I spelled 'bleu' wrong but in French, its spelled like that I so I was bored and spelled it like that. Umm my favorite is 'colorful' and 'pencils' :DD
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