#ericxdraven

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ericxdraven replied to your post:I keep getting, like, seriously dizzy. Like, I...

((Have you eaten anything today?))

Yeah. Maybe I'll grab a slice of pizza or something :|

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Empty--maggiemissesthedoctor and ericXdraven

Sunset painted the sky in purple and red and orange, throwing stained-glass colors across the granite stones dotting the graveyard.

Maggie paused by the statue of an angel, its hands over its face in a weeping posture, steadying herself. She was, she would admit to herself if no one else, a bit drunk. She had to be. To come there at all, she'd needed a few glasses of wine to steady her nerves. Even then she thought, perhaps, she ought to have had a few glasses more.

She brushed off her jeans a bit clumsily as she approached the pale granite tombstone she was looking for, the one inscribed "John Sullivan", the one less than a year old. The one she spent most of her time trying desperately to pretend did not exist.

"Hello, sweetie," she said softly. It was too much effort to stand, and she sat down in the grass, cross-legged, pulling her jacket around her and laying the bundle of dark red roses on the ground. "I miss you."

She pushed a hand through a tangle of red hair and smiled a little. "You'd be so annoyed with me right now. Can't say I'd blame you. I really shouldn't have driven here but..." She shrugged.

It took her a moment to realize, sitting there in the approaching twilight, that she wasn't alone. She looked up, squinting against the backlight of the reddening evening. "H-hello?"

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((Oh my! I did not expect you to actually follow me back! Hello! I like your blog! :D It's nice to meet you, some call me Fox. ))

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Eric sighed and stepped out of the way at the last second, looking boredly at the paint on the wall.

"Can I help you?" he asked, inspecting the coat for more paint.

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ericxdraven

"Most people say that I'm beyond help," Deadpool said shrugging.  "I'm just here to annoy you for a laugh. I'm not working or anything."

"So, when you met my girl, were you nice?  Did you offer to hold her scythe?"

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Same Meanings, Different Tongues // @ ericxdraven

ericxdraven

Alumina smiled, leaning back against Eric's chest, hearing him singing gently. His voice was so beautiful and she loved hearing it. Her hand moved up and rested on the side of his face, her glowing blue hair illuminating her face in the dark.

“wǒ ài nǐ Eric…” Alumina whispered, the Chinese fluttering off her tongue like liquid gold.