Current Residence: FK
Favorite genre of music: Any but the new stupid crap. (unless new albums by my babies)
Favorite style of art: fan art and or literature
MP3 player of choice: My Phone
Skin of choice: Tan
Favorite manga character: Boris Airay
A Broken King His baritone voice rang through the corridors of his empty castle, the walls containing fearful screams, pleading cries begging for mercy, always falling onto depth ears. The King strolled down the empty halls, singing sullenly to himself, amethyst eyes haunting his every thought. He'd banished every resident in his home, sent his guard away, released all but two prisoners, and sent his mom to the Nether.A Broken King by ~itachaweasle
“We'll do it all..everything..on our own..” Virgin lips smiled up at him, inviting, speaking in a language he knew all to well. “We don't need..anything..or any one..” Soft hands held his own, completely new to him, the King never wanting to let go. “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me, and just forget the world?”
Then the eyes turned fearful, raged, completely disgusted. The soft lips were screaming, undoing every wall the King had put up, making him feel completely useless. A tear rolled down a pale cheek.
Why..Days fade into night,Why.. by ~itachaweasle
I sit here, waiting for anything,
go outside, come back in,
in a loop of boredom.
While you sit there,
oblivious to me anymore,
living your life to the fullest.
So why does it hurt so much,
when I think of you?
Why can't I just forget you,
like you forgot me?
Why can't I smile,
laugh through my pain,
just like you.
Most likely because,
unlike you, I'm broken.
You could care less,
if I'm bleeding, broken,
even if you promised different.
You lied, and I wonder,
if you lied bout loving me.
Sibling LoveOne day, when I got home from school, my brother broke. I was 17, just found my way home a week ago, and Ian was loosing it. Damien's parents found out about them and threatened to report him. I came home to him, curled up in the corner, gripping his hair so tight I honestly thought he was about to pull it out.Sibling Love by ~itachaweasle
I went over to him, tried to help, but he snapped, he was too far gone. His naturally pale eyes were now a dark emerald, nearly black, and he was one bone pop away from shifting. “T-they won't let me see him Danny...what am I going to do?” He wasn't angry, not even close. Tears streaked his cheeks, his lip rings surrounded in red from biting too much, and he sobbed.
My brother had always been the strongest out of the two of us. He was the rock, the one to hold anyone who needed a shoulder, to yell at a horse when I'd fallen off, to pick me back up and help me learn from my mistakes. I had never seen him cry in our 17 years together. Not Ian, not Aaron, De