(INTERTWINE SOULS)
“IF you ever find yourself scared and no one is there for you to hold, just close your eyes and make a wish scream my name and I will surely be there for your aid, as your own Prince Charming and your Superman.”
The words he promises, the promise she holds into that time where he came to her life. The very same cold night where he found and heard her helpless voice and the time she wanted to repeat over and over again if it is possible, for that was the time she felt alive. To the new world, she found herself in exchange for her original existence from her original world. The vessel she asks for, granted for her, and this life in exchange for everything she left without regret behind. She found herself unexpectedly drowning in the comfortable warmth for someone she did not know, yet giv
(CURSED MEMORIES) “I MISS YOU,” Ringing a faint whisper that the wind somewhat delivers gently and crossing upon his way. Yet, he is too drawn from a thing and two and too deep to recognize or even hear. He stares blankly at the vast blue sky into the third floor of the west side building of the academy and from his seat that crosses and near towards the glass window. With his distinct eye color that dims into its hue and even deeper like marking a thought he deliberately wanted to convey but could not. The sound of the rustling twigs of the Sakura tree buzzes yet is too fainted for him to hear. His attention is drawn towards the flowers that the wind breezes of its branches and took into a swirling pattern and way down to th
(THE FOOL’S REGRET) “TELL ME JAIRA, JUST WHO ARE YOU?” SHAKEN,but draws her emotion back and a split second to hide and tock it away in the corner as she should never draw any emotion, to begin with. Jason draws a sinister smile behind its façade of a mischievous one, where she reads and was able to that marks the cunning and dark shadow it hides, yet she knew. “The one you are very well known off, Jason.” Hiding her thoughts and teasingly drew a puzzle out of those words. Jason marks another cunning smile as she held her thoughts and conviction firmly to the mini-game of a cat and mouse chase, they are both playing right now. But in that gam
(THE GATE OF TRUTH) WITHthe eeriness of the howling silence of the 1st other world brings, a stain of someone’s desire and dwelling into the forbidden spell and cast of sin is drawing an ominous voice that’s whispering around and beyond to where a gate is about to be open. From the 2nd another world by which thunder and deadly lightning is creating a perfect shape of a cursed night. A selfish want and a sin of greed are howling in a distance. Towards the fault of someone’s heart that’s lust is the eminent peculiarity it throws deep and sank everything into the bottom of the abyss. A whispering tone is enchanting the night as the 3rd other world is creating its gate.
(THE FORSAKEN GATE) “DIE, DIE, DIE!” The word that she could only hear. Amidst the riot, the scoundrel, and the bloodthirst war that ruin everything of what she ever believed in. Running fast and away, from the place as bombs drop from above and fire guns echo together with the scream of the innocent and young that somewhat battling a horrific, yet satisfying melody to any devils. It created a huge explosion that burns everything it touches and ruins anything it landed. “Please, please, please.” The cries and begs of the survivors as they try to make their way out
(SNOW WHITE) WALKING along the quiet passageway going into the southern area and sports club and recreational buildings and spot of the Academy. Her footsteps echo along with her heeled black shoes, and wherein her every step is somehow a beating eerie and taunting presence of somewhat a disturbing ambiance of its empty walkway. With her careful steps and humming tone of a song and a beautiful voice, she picture-perfectly enjoys her lone time as she painted unto her mind the peace and serenity that the ray of the early morning sun crosses in every corner of the open pathway. Glancing besides, her eyes are caught by the familiar gentle wind that somehow warns every one of the faults, good and inevitable tragedy of the day and what is about to come. She smiles stopping as she reaches her hand and gently closes it in return when a Sakura flower petal se
(COTTON CROWN) GOLD AND SILVER. The words that make someone stands out in the crowd. A word and a standing that makes the entirety of someone’s life across the lights and stage of the prominent individuals in the play and life of an aristocrat. PRESTIGE. The honor of one’s heart, the pride someone carries and could never be stolen by anyone, but can be ruined by false and lies. A glance and what people see hears and respect. The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were cov
(DEATH’S REQUIEM) HALLOW, COLD AND EMPTY. Three words that describe the entire deserted place anyone could see and even stand in presence right now. Where its standing is ruined and tainted with blood, jealousy, and envy from that one night of murder and merciless destruction. Looking around and even turning ahead to see and face a corner, no one will ever recognize the once magnificent place as no one can describe the downfall of once prosperous, colorful, and full of life of a place, where power, status, and luxury once stands. The icicles that cover the entire palace and the stain of blood are dried inside of its shell-like ice. Together with the dead bodies that are perfectly laid and covered within its ice preserving their very image and purposely preserving their beauty for a lifetime. A vengeful heart roams, as she darkens and emotionless eyes mark the bloody howl to kill and end everyone
(LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD) “CONSENTES DII, JUNO, JUPITER.” She immediately chanted getting the gist and two of what is the world is playing, where she volunteers to act as one of the puns and the doll a puppeteer can control and continue. “Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres, Mercurius, Diana, Baccus, Vulcanus, Pluto, Vesta, Venus.” Pausing as her sight moves towards and unto the being whose smile marks the satisfaction of her words and very soul. IT open IT’s arms wide and free while giggling in amusement and exhilaration welcoming her with the words. “Welcome to my world, yet not. Gate seer, 2nd Princess of the death’s requiem. Honey.” Calling the name bestowed towards her with love, affection, and sweetness, where the same words depict its very me