#pirasxfaen

[pointlessmuchan]

I bet Faen has the Piras body pillow. Check out the Awaken KICKSTARTER, where you can get the pillow if you donate enough! This is also my first digital drawing I did after 2 years on my new tablet so it’s kind of shaky. I’m still trying to get used to the feel of it.

[awakencomic]

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did, because I remembered reading a fanfic of someone making the other take their medicine via a very sensual way (i.e. kissing) only it was pills instead of liqu...

by okaminoriley

 It just so happened to be one of those totally ordinary days when all you want to do is go outside and sleep in a grassy field under the sun. When you eat ice cream and talk with friends, laugh and joke, tease and play, all under the hot summer sun.

Unfortunately, it was also one of those days when Piras woke up coughing and hacking, feeling uncomfortably warm and sweaty.

A doctor came by later to diagnose Piras with the flu and gave him two nasty medicines to choke down, one was a liquid that tasted absolutely horrible while the other were pills to take two every few hours directly after the liquid. Not even Camille could make him swall

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[awakencomic]

Characters belong to Writing belongs to me. Hope you like it. I don't know if Faen and Piras would ever really be like this but I'd like to think so. Be cute.

by okaminoriley

Fates are capable of changing in a mere second. A simple breath or the flutter of eyelashes could change absolutely everything. This is far from the butterfly effect: a phenomenon in which a butterfly flaps its wings in one area of the world and a terrible storm brews in another as cause. It is, quite simply, the way things were in a place like this. Just like the day when the ground fell beneath their feet and their two very different bloods mingled together soundlessly under the high sun.

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Piras' blearily opened his eyes after taking in a deep yawn to give oxygen to his body. He felt stiff and battered, but at least he was alive. H

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Part 1 of a fanfic I'm writing at my own pleasure for because her characters are totally made of win. I adore Faen and Piras, they're LOLtastic. Everyone should look at 's gallery. Seriously. Uber ...

by okaminoriley

Fates are capable of changing in a mere second. A simple breath or the flutter of eyelashes could change absolutely everything. This is far from the butterfly effect: a phenomenon in which a butterfly flaps its wings in one area of the world and a terrible storm brews in another as cause. It is, quite simply, the way things were in a place like this. Just like the day when the ground fell beneath their feet and their two very different bloods mingled together soundlessly under the high sun.

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"Come on, Faen! We'll be late!" Piras called as the older of the two stopped and looked behind them. Something didn't feel quite right about tod

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So you all should know who is. An amazing artist who's working on her own comic. I seriously

by okaminoriley

I was angry at him.

Angry at how childish and stupid he was. Angry at how he thought everything was always about him. He was always finding some way to piss me off and I wanted to let him know his place. He was just some stupid spoiled-rotten punk kid and I wasn't going to let him have his way this time.

I don't remember what words came from our mouths at the time that started the argument but when push came to shove, it was Piras who was against the wall, his blunted nails digging into my thin forearms as I grabbed his face, roughly slamming his head back against the hard hallway wall, momentarily dizzying the jerk before his eyes came into focus and our gazes locked, teeth gritted in anger.

Man his eyes were blue. Like the cloudless summer sky. I could smell his breath and he could smell mine. Our noses were almost touching from the closeness of our position. I growled something at him and his red brows crinkled a bit as his tan cheeks dusted with pink. I felt his nails bite a little harder into my uniform. Then, I stopped in realization. We were so close. Just a few very short inches closer and our lips would touch. It was my turn for my skin to become rosy and I released him, taking a few steps back. I had to get away from that position. I knew that if I didn't, Piras, being someone that ran primarily off the id, would do something to put both of us in an uncomfortable situation. He always did and I was a fool to believe that this time would be any different. I looked away from him and he does the same. Scowling, I am unable to stand looking at him to prevent embarrassment from showing upon my face. I quickly cleaned my face of the unwanted color. He shouldn't have this kind of effect on me. Ever. I didn't need thoughts of him drifting around in my mind. He was just a distraction I needed to ignore. "Hey." I noticed his movement before I turned to look. He was getting very close very quickly. His eyes started closing as his hands reached up, one going to my forearm yet again while the other cupped my neck, pushing me back into the wall behind me with surprise written on my face as his lips pressed to mine briefly before my shoulders connected with the hallway. My inky hair flattened slightly as his lips connected fully with mine, the impact making a faint gasp escape my throat. He was stronger than I thought when he really wanted something this badly... And right now, what he wanted seemed to be me. My skin began to redden as his full, soft lips left mine for the briefest moment before I felt a shuttered breath against my lips and my rebellious body complied momentarily. I felt his tongue brush mine. I can't do this. I instantly thought, my hands rising slowly. This is wrong. "Stop!" I yelped as jerked him back by his shoulders and held him away as my hard gaze lifted to his gentle eyes. I was confused. Why would he do that? Kiss me like that? Did he really want me or was he just being his usual impulsive idiot self? I didn't need these feeling pushing at my concentration. I didn't want to remember how soft his kiss was or the way it felt almost…  right. I didn't need the memory or the feelings that went with it. I didn't like the way it made my heart race a little faster or stole the breath from my lungs. "Stop it." I told Piras firmly, fingertips biting into the sleeves of his ugly red jacket. Why couldn't he, for just once, act civil? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? "What are you so afraid of?" Piras asked and my cheek darkened to an angry red. I couldn't help myself as I acted upon impulse and struck him squarely in the nose, drawing blood from both my knuckles and his face. Push came back to shove and we didn't even bother with pushing and shoving anymore as we used our fists instead of words. He reacted accordingly to my assault and hit me back, striking me cleanly across the face, his knuckles solidly connecting with my cheekbone. Another swing at me and I suddenly found my teeth hurting, my lip split from the successful hit. He had gotten faster as he managed to dodge my punch and the skin of my knuckles broke against the wall. I almost felt slightly proud of him. His slow response time was improving, if however slowly it might be as I swung and the side of my fist collided with his brow bone. I was still better than him. I always had been. However, it appeared both of us forgot a low window that overlooked the lotus pond and as I shoved him roughly by the collar of his jacket, his hand caught my uniform. Piras dragged me with him as the momentum of my push hand him falling out of the damn opening and into the cold, mucky water of the pond. Getting dirty anything into an open wound hurt, and we both winced harshly as we surfaced in the shallow water. Dead leaves and damaged lotus' clung to our sopping wet garb as I grabbed Piras' knee and pushed myself up from my rough position against him, my mouth snapping shut from the force I struck him with as I landed on him just as his body made contact with the bottom of the pool of water, to kneel as he sat up. The run of the water caused blood from his barely bleeding nose to drip down to his chin while my own lip injury had droplets of red falling into the murky green water below me. It was a wakeup call neither of us had expected and as I looked to Piras, his sky blue eyes turned to me and his lips broke into a smile and he started laughing. My brow crinkled. What the hell was he finding so damn funny? His laughter calmed and then he finally answered my silent question. "Never expected you to be such a shy kisser, Faen." That... "Brat!" I pushed him one more time, head under the water for a moment before I released him and began my trek out of the pond and back towards my room. I wasn't going to deal with that idiot! Push came to shove, and he still didn't know his place.