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Question: Which pokemon reminds you most of yourself?

My Answer: Gardevoir. Don't ask me why; I have my reasons.

Characters: Touko X N, because I really do love this couple, even if I tend to pick on N.

Summary: Similar to 'Equations', in some ways. The hidden meaning is obvious once you know what to look for. And I am quite proud of this, by the way. : )

King With No Crown

if you keep this up

Tonight I'm on my knees again.

Those travelling stars remind me too much of you, and I remember how you would find haikus in the spaces between them and the moon.

Those same stars had seemed so adjourned when we watched them from our compartment in the ferris wheel.

you'll be dead by december

Sunrise loves company.

The nightmares have always started around 5: 30 A.M, so I sit up and watch the sun turn the frost-gilded leaves golden as they fall to the ground. It helps keep my mind on the too-potent memories of bruises and misguidance and how I learned that heartache was all too real.

It helps the tears keep coming, and I never want them to stop.

Because if I have that's heart breaking, doesn't that prove I have one?

because in reality

I see the world in grayscale now.

I always said that you were gray, but now, surrounded by so much of it, I see that I was wrong.

You were never gray.

No. You've always been your own colour.

princes don't come around

In algebraic expressions, there are some numbers that are a constant.

Those numbers are the most loved, because they're the simplest to figure out.

I'm not one of those numbers, and I'm still trying to find the someone that is.

But then I think back to you, and I wonder if you are the one I've been searching for.

princesses don't need to be rescued

To catch a star, you have to burn your hands.

The skin of mine are split and charred, but the pain dims in comparison to the radiant beauty I hold before me.

Hope really is ravishing, you know.

and a king with no crown

It sounds poetic, doesn't it?

The heartbreak, the forbidden romance, and the sacrifice.

But love isn't something poetic, and whoever says it is hasn't been in love before.

has no place

When I press my ear against a sea shell, I think I can hear your voice.

When I raise my eyes to the sky, I know that you're somewhere under it.

When I wrap my arms around nothing, I imagine them wrapping around your body.

And when I put a hand to my heart, I can feel you smiling there.

in a fairytale

The way we destroy ourselves is anything but poetic.

Empty promises are the bullets of guns that shoot down millions, even if to some they are a second heartbeat. Depression may serve as late-night inspiration, even if penning the emotions doesn't make them go away. Drugs are food to famine. Suicide is salvation to everything else.

I wander, and see an imbalance of darkness and light that will throw off our orbit.

I would've always been broken down along with the rest of the world, if it wasn't for the memory of a warm hand squeezing mine and eyes that held all the sincerity of the world.

that was really more of a documentary to begin with

Wishes drift like stardust out from between my fingertips.

They're the colour of white sand, and I watch as they sink down beneath the reflective surface of the Atlantic.

I will not mourn their loss, though.

Wishes ride on travelling stars.

But true love lasts forever.