Jul 3, 2015
“That’s it. I’m drowning myself in the harbor. It’s official.”
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“That’s it. I’m drowning myself in the harbor. It’s official.”
borealisms
It was everyday a mysterious program was downloaded
onto a gullible person’s computer or mobile device.
HOWEVER
it wasn’t everyday it was an executable titled “MEME.exe.”
It sounded like something full of those strange things on
the internet. But once it was opened, a slender yet curved
body was bouncing about for the computer’s owner.
“Hello hello, Master! Thank you for downloading Program XXXX,
created by ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Industries! What can MEME-chan do for her
master today~?” Her voice was as silky as desire in her veins, her
eyes filled to the brim with pure glee-
or was that lust?
(♥ω♥ ) ~♪
Send me “(♥ω♥ ) ~♪” for a playlist that would sum up our muses.
borealisms
Shut up and Dance - WALK THE MOON.
A backless dress and some beat up sneaks, My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream. I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
Carry On - FUN.
Though I've never been through hell like that, I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back.
Blue - MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS
No, I don’t love you, No, I don’t care. I just want to be held when I’m scared. And all I want is one night with you. Just cause I’m selfish, I know it’s true.
Kiss Me Slowly - PARACHUTE
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door, No, I could not want you more than I did right then, As our heads leaned in.
Paint - TRAVIS GARLAND
Sure can, baby I know how to work a paint brush You're my canvas so Ima sign my name
Fool Like Me - COBRA STARSHIP
“Oh my God, how can she be with him?”
“Oh my God leave his ass!”
borealisms:
Her arrival merely surprised, not startled the shinobi, and this time he had not his training as an assassin to thank. He often lay awake in the night, not being able to sleep for hours - hours, which he spent thinking about the team’s current situation, among other things - before his body and soul finally succumbed to fatigue and granted him rest. So when she arrived he was still awake, laying on the couch he called his bed, eyes accustomed to the darkness only darting to the side to meet her as she approached, wondering what reason she had to find him when everybody was to supposed to be asleep.
Assumptions came to mind, of course - guesses that began flowing as he gazed over her body as she stepped closer. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at her a bit too long. Why, indeed. A thought sprung up, the word fearsprang to life - he was aware that she too suffered from insomnia. Only when she stood right next to him did he shift underneath his sheets and turn his head backwards to allow himself a look at her face, a view that was denied when she faced away from him. Why?
Her whisper was like a knife that sliced the silence between the two of them, at the same time being so careful and… scared? - it made his heart beat faster as he rose, slowly, to reply.
“… Alaricia…?”
She had really wished he didn’t hear her. She wished nothing happened, and that she could just walk back to her room, leaving her hands to ghost over her piano’s keys in the dark. And to think for hours. To think too much.
A hand smoothed back her curls, heat rising to her cheeks.
Maybe it wasn’t too late to lie, say she was hungry,
Delicate fingertips played at the hem of her gown, the fabric almost translucent, her skin displayed underneath. She was nervous. A closeted emotion for the woman.
“ Sleep with me. “
It was almost inaudible, her words. She knew he heard her. She felt like everyone could. Everyone, listening, waiting, stalking.
Help, Tiberius.
O Titiana (Bed) 8D, Comfort me
O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.
borealisms
In the pitch of the night, her shapely figure stood in the doorway. Her glasses, discarded in the riddance of her day clothing. It wasn’t like she could see anything without luminescence.
Paranoia kept her up at night. Fear of something happening that she couldn’t control, attacking her in her most vulnerable state. Light steps made her way to ghost around the couch, where he slept, to the point where she stood a few feet away from him. She wore a nightgown, slightly disheveled and wrinkled.
She didn’t look at him, she looked to the side, unsure of how to approach her invitation.
She needed someone else, even if it pained her to say.
In the pitch of the night, only a whisper could be heard.
“ Tiberius. “