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“Sempre precisei de um pouco de atenção. Acho que não sei quem sou, só sei do que não gosto.” — O Teatro dos Vampiros de Legião Urbana.
About Benicio Melo Texeira.
A Bag of Candy
Snow fell in a rampant flurry. The snowflakes clung to one another in chains and merry circles, moving in tandem to shroud the figure moving slowly through the storm. The figure was tall, bundled in fabrics against the harsh elements. The figure was Shuhei Kumagai.
There will always be a light to guide you home and a bag of candy to enjoy together for the rest of our days while basking in the warmth of our home. Growing up and growing old with you has been the greatest adventure I've experienced.
Happy birthday, my dear Shuhei. I love you.
A Bag of Candy
Snow fell in a rampant flurry. The snowflakes clung to one another in chains and merry circles, moving in tandem to shroud the finger moving slowly through the storm. The figure was tall, bundled in fabrics against the harsh elements. The figure was Shuhei Kumagai.
There will always be a light to guide you home and a bag of candy to enjoy together for the rest of our days while basking in the warmth of our home. Growing up and growing old with you has been the greatest adventure I've experienced.
Happy birthday, my dear Shuhei. I love you.
GhostTom x DevilSisi
"How could I possibly touch you?"
Salice smiled in earnest, reaching slowly for Thomas's wringing hands. She was met with a slight resistance, like a thin film before she broke through the tension of his translucent skin and phased right through him. She tried again, this time moving slowly. She felt more. She felt him for longer. For a moment, he didn't seem so thin.
"We might just need to slow down, is all. Besides, there's more to do than just touching."
That was true. But what was also true: they longed to touch each other. Thomas couldn't help but make eyes at Salice's skin.
Itching to abide by it, be beside it, to be inside it.
Kissing every inch of the surface, sliding his hands along its bareness, seeing her without her clothes. Every action that he'd exacted upon her in his mind had an opposite, more devastating reaction to his own translucent body. Thomas wanted her so badly, it drove him to madness.
There were always two questions driving him to his second demise: Why would he be sent such a gorgeous angel if he could not touch her?
And.
How many desperate attempts and plotted schemes would it take for him to be able to?
Sometimes, he came around to philosophizing that the true eternal punishment was his ghostliness withholding from him, the woman of his dreams... not even the ghostly ghosthood itself.
The way she'd walk, her thighs well acquainted with one another, friction created between them, the fabric of her clothing tinder to the heat of her... Thomas never wished so much to be between something. Two somethings. That or his face between her two careful hands when she kissed his forehead with those pretty lips. Sometimes, when the moons were full and his body was as close to flesh as it would ever be, Thomas could feel her fangs scrape against his skin in the fainted whisper. He wished the moon to never shrink, for he longed for enough time to find those fangs elsewhere.
Sometimes, most times, Thomas would find himself pressed up against her soft, warm body. It would feel so much warmer to someone alive, but nevertheless, the action brought him comfort. Salice was like an anchor, and he was like a raft of driftwood: flimsy and weak and frail. Her radiance was disorienting. Thomas wanted to bask in her all day, all night, for the rest of his life. That skin of hers is so rich, so smooth, so deep. He coveted it. He wanted it for himself. And by that, he wanted to indulge in it. In her. To take a bite of her and lick the wound clean. That's what he wanted. The sensation of Salice's skin.
Part of that that was envy, itching for his own skin to feel things with. He could admit that. He could also admit the only thing he'd ever want to feel was her. And proudly so. However, Tom gave up that hope a long time ago. He knew he'd never have that again. His own body? His own skin? Laughable. So laughable, they put his picture on a joke book. But sharing her skin? Those are the attainable goals Thomas was in the habit of making.
What ghost needs their own body, Thomas thought. Not him.
He had hers.
"Of course there is, Salice. I didn't mean-"
Salice had seen his face fall when she mentioned the inability of the tactile nature. And even more so when he thought he was coming across as if that were all he wanted from her. She hated this worry. They had not a single one otherwise. They two seemed to be the perfect match... save for their circumstantial predicament. The lack of touching, it disappointed her too. Believe it, she was just as eager to partake in the more carnal of desires as he was... every sentiment shared. And she became equally frustrated and sad when things didn't go like they wanted, but she didn't want that to show. She wanted to focus on the positive things. There weren't many to share between a devil and a ghost. Their relationship was the one they often settled on.
"I always know exactly what you mean. There's no need to apologize. We've plenty of time to figure this out. Don't we?"
As in plenty of time, she meant forever. If forever is what she wanted, Thomas would give her one day more.
Now Presenting: Minerva Migloire, the healer.
Now Presenting: Esbat Capital.
"The Esbat Capitol is one of the most elegant places I've ever seen. It still amazes me, even after all these years. I can recall when I first arrived in Maeth; Ella had shown me the Vivarium Fountain of Fallen Soldiers. What a beautiful and meaningful monument to greet and welcome me into this fairytale city. I still feel how vividly the magic courses through you when you near it. The feeling has never faded."
"Living here is a dream come true. I can't thank enough my sister who has shared her life with me and allowed me to create my own. This place is always a reminder."
-Salice Zieragh Halloway
"Maeth was meant to be your home someday, I'm so glad you decided to stay with me here, so glad we're now a big happy family. Hey Sisi, should we go on a talk tomorrow? We could go to our favorite cafeteríaaa."
✒️ Written by Isabella Zieragh.
Now Presenting: Esbat Capital.
Now Presenting: Isabella Zieragh, the element wielder.
What Isabella would reblog on Tumblr and Twitter.
What Isabella would reblog on Tumblr and Twitter.
December 22nd.
The crickets sing along to the the low hum that come from that candle lit kitchen at 11:43 p.m while she busies herself with sweet preparations. The oven, turned off but still warm enough from being used exactly twenty-seven minutes ago, fights off the cold winter night and makes her wipe the windows with her way-too-big sweater sleeves so the fog wouldn’t hide the magical view she has through it while she decorates the small cake with his favourite cake toppings.
It has to be perfect, it needs to taste amazing, at least that what she first thought when she slipped out of his arms in the middle of their sleep and closed the bedroom door as quietly as humanly possible.
She tried the mix a couple of times, adding sugar and vanilla extract when she deemed necessary but nothing seemed quite right, after all, her baking skills aren’t the greatest. Isabella came to the conclusion that the cake tastes decent and rolled with it to not lose any more time.
Three blue candles sit on top of the wooden counter waiting to be placed on the spongy surface. “Three candles for three wishes”, or at least is what her mom always told her and her siblings on every birthday, a nice tradition to bring luck and happiness to your loved ones. And him… Well, he’s who she loves the most.
By the time she’s done with the decorations the clock marks 11:57 p.m. A sweet message in white cream and sloppy lettering adorns the birthday cake: Happy Birthday Shuhei. His full name, of course, she wanted to draw a heart over the I and she did.
Trembling hands grab the small plate and two spoons, one for each. She would’ve grabbed matches but she doesn’t have anything to hide, not anymore, not to him. He knows her, her abilities, her weaknesses, and he’s always been accepting of them.
Her hips push the bedroom door open slightly and her careful steps make their way to his side of the bed to kneel by his side on the floor, presenting the humble gift she made. Her voice interrupts the quiet of the night for the first time since they decided it was time to go to bed.
“Shu, Shu… Baby.” Not quite a whisper, not quite her normal talking voice, but enough to make him stir and shift under the sheets and covers. Still not a single light, except from the moon shining down on them from their bedroom window. Turning to where her voice was calling for him and rubbing his eyes to see better in the dark, that’s when she gently blows on the three candles and they light up in front of his eyes.
“Isa, wh-what happen- Oh…” A pleasant tone in his sleepy voice once he realises what is happening.
“お誕生日おめでとう, amor mío.” Her pronunciation is definitely a little off but it makes him smile so big. She spend the whole night rehearsing this exact same moment, mouthing the words in Kyoh language to herself while whipping and mixing. She knows saying happy birthday in one’s native language is always heart-warming, and all she wants to do now is make him feel surrounded by love. “Make three wishes before you blow out the candles but don’t say them out loud or they won’t come true.”
Their eyes meet for quite sometime, she can feel him staring straight into her soul, as if he is saying “you know what I’m wishing for” and part of her does, because she knows those three wishes are always the same for the both of them since they met two years ago. To be together, to love each other, to be always this happy.
His warm breath reaches her face and turns the fire into smoke that fills the space between them, letting the moon be the only one to illuminate their faces as they come closer together to seal the wishes with a kiss.
A sweet, short kiss before pulling away for her to crawl in bed on top of him as he fixes himself to rest his back on the headboard so they can be face to face.
“Did you like the surprise? I know it’s late and you wake up at the crack of dawn, and of course, this is not it, you have to open your other gifts but…” Her nervous chuckles get interrupted by one more kiss.
“I loved it, Isabella.” His usual stoic face show such tenderness towards her at all times but something about the way his sleepy eyes are looking at hers melts her heart even more than normal. He’s truly happy about the surprise. His heart beating hard but steady, showing how excited he is. She can feel it, she always does.
“Then I hope you like it even more once you taste it.” Isabella hands him a spoon as the cake sits in between their legs on the bed, and even though now he has his own cutlery, the first piece she takes it’s for him, bringing the spoon to his lips for him to try it. “Be harsh with me, any suggestions?”
He shakes his head and lowers her hand, his fingers intertwined with her long hair as he approaches her lips again, the cream on his lips making her taste the sweetness of it all, not just the cake, to then deepen the kiss more and more as seconds go by, leaving the sweet gift on the nightstand all forgotten about for one much more sweeter.
1:13 a.m finds them all tangled up in their bedsheets breathing slow but uneven, their hairs messy on the pillows and their bodies against each other to keep all warmth they just created in the most intimate and loving way. All the love they made has them thinking how magical is to know those three wishes they keep on bringing up on every birthday, on every fallen eyelash, every shooting star, on every talk to the moon came true, and will continue to be true.
"No tengo sugerencias para ti, sólo una promesa. Una promesa para amarte con todo de mi corazón. Mi Isabella, mi mariposa. A menudo, me pregunto cómo es que tengo tanta suerte, buena fortuna. Incluso hoy, no sé la respuesta. No necesito una respuesta, porque te tengo. Nuesto amor es una cosa imposible. Pero tu lo haces posible."
"Nuestro amor es todo lo que necesito. Eres toda mi vida."
"Te digo, te amo por siempre, mi mariposa."
-Shuhei Kumagai
"Te amo por siempre, Shuhei. Amor de mi vida, mi corazón entero late por vos. Feliz cumpleaños, uns vez más."
✒️ Written by Isabella Zieragh Kumagai.
December 22nd.
The crickets sing along to the the low hum that come from that candle lit kitchen at 11:43 p.m while she busies herself with sweet preparations. The oven, turned off but still warm enough from being used exactly twenty-seven minutes ago, fights off the cold winter night and makes her wipe the windows with her way-too-big sweater sleeves so the fog wouldn’t hide the magical view she has through it while she decorates the small cake with his favourite cake toppings.
It has to be perfect, it needs to taste amazing, at least that what she first thought when she slipped out of his arms in the middle of their sleep and closed the bedroom door as quietly as humanly possible.
She tried the mix a couple of times, adding sugar and vanilla extract when she deemed necessary but nothing seemed quite right, after all, her baking skills aren’t the greatest. Isabella came to the conclusion that the cake tastes decent and rolled with it to not lose any more time.
Three blue candles sit on top of the wooden counter waiting to be placed on the spongy surface. “Three candles for three wishes”, or at least is what her mom always told her and her siblings on every birthday, a nice tradition to bring luck and happiness to your loved ones. And him… Well, he’s who she loves the most.
By the time she’s done with the decorations the clock marks 11:57 p.m. A sweet message in white cream and sloppy lettering adorns the birthday cake: Happy Birthday Shuhei. His full name, of course, she wanted to draw a heart over the I and she did.
Trembling hands grab the small plate and two spoons, one for each. She would’ve grabbed matches but she doesn’t have anything to hide, not anymore, not to him. He knows her, her abilities, her weaknesses, and he’s always been accepting of them.
Her hips push the bedroom door open slightly and her careful steps make their way to his side of the bed to kneel by his side on the floor, presenting the humble gift she made. Her voice interrupts the quiet of the night for the first time since they decided it was time to go to bed.
“Shu, Shu… Baby.” Not quite a whisper, not quite her normal talking voice, but enough to make him stir and shift under the sheets and covers. Still not a single light, except from the moon shining down on them from their bedroom window. Turning to where her voice was calling for him and rubbing his eyes to see better in the dark, that’s when she gently blows on the three candles and they light up in front of his eyes.
“Isa, wh-what happen- Oh…” A pleasant tone in his sleepy voice once he realises what is happening.
“お誕生日おめでとう, amor mío.” Her pronunciation is definitely a little off but it makes him smile so big. She spend the whole night rehearsing this exact same moment, mouthing the words in Kyoh language to herself while whipping and mixing. She knows saying happy birthday in one’s native language is always heart-warming, and all she wants to do now is make him feel surrounded by love. “Make three wishes before you blow out the candles but don’t say them out loud or they won’t come true.”
Their eyes meet for quite sometime, she can feel him staring straight into her soul, as if he is saying “you know what I’m wishing for” and part of her does, because she knows those three wishes are always the same for the both of them since they met two years ago. To be together, to love each other, to be always this happy.
His warm breath reaches her face and turns the fire into smoke that fills the space between them, letting the moon be the only one to illuminate their faces as they come closer together to seal the wishes with a kiss.
A sweet, short kiss before pulling away for her to crawl in bed on top of him as he fixes himself to rest his back on the headboard so they can be face to face.
“Did you like the surprise? I know it’s late and you wake up at the crack of dawn, and of course, this is not it, you have to open your other gifts but…” Her nervous chuckles get interrupted by one more kiss.
“I loved it, Isabella.” His usual stoic face show such tenderness towards her at all times but something about the way his sleepy eyes are looking at hers melts her heart even more than normal. He’s truly happy about the surprise. His heart beating hard but steady, showing how excited he is. She can feel it, she always does.
“Then I hope you like it even more once you taste it.” Isabella hands him a spoon as the cake sits in between their legs on the bed, and even though now he has his own cutlery, the first piece she takes it’s for him, bringing the spoon to his lips for him to try it. “Be harsh with me, any suggestions?”
He shakes his head and lowers her hand, his fingers intertwined with her long hair as he approaches her lips again, the cream on his lips making her taste the sweetness of it all, not just the cake, to then deepen the kiss more and more as seconds go by, leaving the sweet gift on the nightstand all forgotten about for one much more sweeter.
1:13 a.m finds them all tangled up in their bedsheets breathing slow but uneven, their hairs messy on the pillows and their bodies against each other to keep all warmth they just created in the most intimate and loving way. All the love they made has them thinking how magical is to know those three wishes they keep on bringing up on every birthday, on every fallen eyelash, every shooting star, on every talk to the moon came true, and will continue to be true.
"Tu egoísmo y tu soledad son joyas en el barro de la mediocridad." — Loco (con tu forma de ser) de Los Auténticos Decadentes.
About Josefina Iacovone.
"Cherry Red. That's what I think of when I see you, Josefina. Drives me mad. You know I like it when you frown at me and tell me to buzz off... it makes you smile when you tease me, huh? Maybe I could see that smile again tonight at dinner, if you'd let me take you? Indulge me one time, mi querida."
-Ray Leguizamo
"Oh, you never give up Ray, do you? But you know what? I feel like this could be a perfect night for a first date, pick me up at seven. I'll make sure to look pretty for you."
✒️ Written by Josefina Iacovone.
"Tu egoísmo y tu soledad son joyas en el barro de la mediocridad." — Loco (con tu forma de ser) de Los Auténticos Decadentes.
About Josefina Iacovone.
"E se perfuntarem por mim, diz-lhes que fui à minha procura."
Love first and always, Açucena Taís Santos.
Hi there, I'm Mara.
"Mara, my Mara...
The moment Nazir introduced us I knew you'd be it for me and I wasn't wrong. You'll always be part of me, my first love, the love of my life. You taught me what true love is, Marita.
I wish I could still take off your boots and rub your feet after a long day at the farm, I wish I could kiss your sweet lips and play with your fingers all night as we fall asleep after making love.
I miss you. We will meet again."
✒️ Written by Cole Berlusconi.
Matías D'Angelis, the librarian.
"Matías... that's a beautiful name. The name of an angel. All these wonderful things about you, I want to know like the back of my hand, like the words to my favorite poems. I want to write poems with you, on you, because of you. My Matías D'Angelis. My love from another life."
-Yasue Kumagai
“I have the first poem you wrote for me in a frame up on my wall, I’ll show it to you once you come home again. I’m so happy I found you in this lifetime too, my sweet girl.”
✒️ Written by Matías D’Angelis.