Title: window to our world
Author: Onee-sama
Fandom: Gundam Wing (I'm addicted)
Pairings: You'll see...
Warnings: I think I can say lots n' lots of sapp ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters *sniff* and I don't get any money out
of this.
The sky is darkly
And we won’t arrive.
We simply do not know where.
But we have to go on.
Even if we don’t want to.
But! Stop! We want to.
But our feet are so heavy
And we simply don’t know if we can make it.
Everything is so dark and it is bitterly cold.
She ran. It did not matter, it did not matter where, just away, away from her home village, away from the cottage, in which she had grown up, away from the people, who she knew since her early childhood and who arranged the funeral pile now. Her funeral pile.
„Nezumi, do you remember the time when we were sitting down into your chamber surrounded by books piled up to the ceiling? I still can see the amount of books right infront of my eyes. [...]"
Where's the time?
Where's my life?
Where's the sun's warmth?
Where's all the light gone?
I do not feel love
my heart's got frozen
howling to the moon
to being nothing I'm chosen
The winter's coldness
makes me feeling better
snow covering the fields
the other people d
"Are you certain?" "I am quite skilled a Legilimens. I dragged the information from their minds. There is no doubt about it." "This is - do you have any idea how she'll take it? By telling her this, we will turn her world upside-down - no, shatter it."
~ "Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here... "~
Es ist kalt in dem kleinen, kargen Raum, verdammt kalt. Ob ichs mir einbilde oder nicht, die
Temperaturen dort draußen erinnern mich stark an Russland, auch wenn das hier eigentlich
England ist.
Hallo everybody,
My name is Honey Isabella Mayfair. I'd like to tell you the story of my live, as so many of my kind have done until today. Well, my kind...they...I mean, we are what the human call immortal.
My beloved Harry,
don’t try to wake me up… cause I’ll never wake up from this deep sleep again.
Don’t cry for me… ‘cause your tears are in vain.
All these emotions you’re feeling now…
Let them pass.
Be as deaf to them as you’ve been to everything else.
With my eyes closed,
I’m crying for a simple apology.
Hearing you laugh,
Sitting at my deathbed.
You’ll never realize,
What you’ve done to me.
You can see my scars,
Know the blood I shed for you.
You just don’t understand,
What I’m asking you in a low voice.
It was over. Concluded, achieved. His dream had become true, and it was hard to believe. Even for him, he was still searching for the mistake in this perfect set-up, this couldn’t be over so easily, could it? The shitty swordsman wore no severe injuries,
I looked helpless. The man I was talking to sighed and kneeled beside my on the side I had not vomitted. He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up. "I'm Max, by the way. And you?" It took a couple of moments until I answered: "I... I can't remember."
All was silence. And still, the thought was in his mind. Raphael looked up, watched the sun set above the ocean. So much had changed. They had moved, crossed the sea, to reach a entire new world. Maybe he had been foolish. After all, he didn't regret his decision.
Als ich das in iner klaren Vollmondnacht geschrieben hab, bin ich meinen eigenen Sehnsüchten gefolgt, schließlich heule ich oft wie ein Wolf in klaren Nächten ^.-
Marion
********** Mainz den 09.02.
I never left her side... never. How could I leave the side of the one and only, who gave birth to me? I cuddled closer to her dead, cold body, trying not to cry. I failed. And it hurts so badly sitting here, knowing that I can do nothing at all.
The question I just gave him had surely not been what he had expected. With an irritated undertone in his voice he starts to speak: “Words to describe my...relationship to... him?”
It's strange...
Words are our common way to communicate,
But you use them to me,
And there is no meaning in them...
You look me in the eye,
However there is nothing,
Damn...
Why is it like that...
It's summertime and while the gang has the time of their lives on the beach, Gabriella spends her day in bed sick and bored to death. That is until a certain sandy brown haired guy pays her a visit. ONESHOT TROYELLA [TxG] ACHTUNG: ENGLISCH!
He let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding and shifted, letting his hands lazily drop into thick, dark curls. Spain's eyes were closed, features soft and peaceful.
