elphie-chan

     Somewhere. Or maybe it was nowhere. But she knelt and pressed her lips to his forehead.     "Don't."     She pulled back and blinked at him.     "Just... don't touch me, alright?"     She stared at him, his eyes defiant and unhappy. Ignoring his statement, she lay her palm against his chest above the approximate location of his heart.     He protested the action and grabbed her wrist to shove her arm away.     "Shh. It's for healing."     He looked doubtfully up at her before she gave him a small smile and removed her hand.     They looked at each other, eyes a silent connection, then she pushed herself up off the floor l

 At what point does desperation turn into      "Oh dear God, no- I didn't mean to-" At what second will she break down her shields      searching for some form of relief,      only to find actions that leave tears and shaking    enough to shred up that fragile soul? Throat burning with effort of trying to expel memories;      vainly trying to undo the moments. If she were God, she'd turn back the clock instead of silently crying-      "What have I done?" Is it not judging harshly, too harshly      to call this her truest state? Surely everyone's core being is not the pitiable creature      that encompasses their hone

The sky burns orange As eyes shine bright Such an odd sight to see In the middle of the night Through old water Slipping on stones That all too soon Would turn to bones Stop this mindless slaughter Of those considered friends There was never enough time To tie up loose ends Needs are gone That kept prices high With a never wanting Of saying good-bye

  Shining silver Kissed his skin      Again          and again...  Until ruby beads Slid down his arm      He smiled-          Perfect.