Aug 12, 2017
:) I’m bloomin
If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after Winter passes, so can you.
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:) I’m bloomin
If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after Winter passes, so can you.
Under the hall of the mountain king A ghirazant drabble(so not much character development, will write a long fic someday maybe) The desert palace was as quiet and serene as the stillness of the night sky. It was dark, but for one room, where the dim light of two candles were the only witnesses of the blooming affection between the demon king's commanders. The demon blade ran his hands eagerly over the Twilight king's sides as their lips connected in a deep passionate kiss, soft grunts were the only sounds inside the building. The Twili's yellow eyes glowed brighter than any flame the demon had seen, it was dangerous to stare at them, they could steal your soul if you weren't careful, at least that's what Ghirahim thought, but it was too late, he was far too hypnotized by the other's ethereal beauty despite his erratic behavior sometimes. It only added more mystery as he whispered Zant's name like a mantra. From the Twili's side, he was captivated by the beauty of the demon blade, his attitude attracted him like a moth to light for some reason, pretty sure he would burn in those dark eyes that shone brighter than any black diamond he had seen in his realm. In a small corner of his mind he was still scared, but his doubts were slowly washed away when the demon blade repeated his name and kissed him eagerly. His white velvety lips over his made his chest flutter, and Ghirahim couldn't get enough of the softest silky lips of the Twili. He was glad they were alone, he was glad their master had some personal business and he knew it was wrong but it felt so right. Zant would never admit he felt the same way, but being held by the demon blade like that became his most cherished memory. It was such a devotion, the sweetest surrender, they made a silent promise to be by each other's side until their lives ended, as the candles burned down to embers, sealing their promise.
Whenever I ask my sister if she likes One Direction, she always says 'no', even tho she does, just because she knows I don't like them.
it seems she's in a state of deNiall