KahReme

When darkness falls and the heat-less vessels called stars dot the sky above the cold and barren clay of the creek bed, you come. Like a vision of light against the coal-dusted woods, you show your countenance favorably upon me (for once), dark curls brushing against bare shoulders. I shouldn't miss you. I don't miss you. And yet you remain. The dark of night couldn't hid or remove the spark from your eye, and though your hands grew cold against my arm, I for awhile forgot. And with the cruel sunrise you grasped my hand and slipped away, though the feeling of your fingers brushing my face remained. I shouldn't miss you

I saw you from across the room; we spoke for just a while. We laughed and told each other secrets, flashing secret smiles. But then I awoke, that summer night, somber in my bed. The stars were bright and the water was cold when we sailed across the sea. We charted a course never travelled before; we sailed, just you and me. But then I awoke, that autumn night, somber in my bed. We fell in love and made our vows, and drank to joy and friends. We drank to love and peace and hope; we drank to health and kin. But then I awoke, that winter night, somber in my bed. You fell asleep the other day; I wish I had told you the truth. No. I wast

Zachariah Cross laid his hand on his writhing son’s head, attempting to soothe the tremors running through his body. “You know what must be done, Captain. Alex is gone.” The older man closed his eyes and tried to steady his voice before answering. “Have you ever lost a child, Bridges?” Zachariah looked into his subordinate’s eyes, cold steel meeting deepest blue. “Have you ever had a child, a person all your own and yet belonging to itself? Sung a lullaby to a fussy baby? Taught your son how to play the piano? Nursed them while they were ill?” He turned his back to the man behind him and smo

Outside her house a storm raged. Anra shot up in bed as the thunder crashed and then faded into the night. The sky lit up as lightning zigzagged to the ground and the rain pounded the roof. Anra trailed a blanket across the floor as she walked over to the window to watch the thunderstorm. Plopping down on the window seat, she watched the lightning dance over the harbor. The waves surged out of control on the shore, tossing around sailboats like toys in a child’s bath. She leaned her forehead on the cool windowpane and sighed. ‘Looks like I’m not getting back to sleep tonight,’ she thought. She couldn’t handle st

Kain had been sleeping for at least an hour, and it was driving Drew crazy. He had been studying his form for the majority of that time; his eyes traveled slowly, almost languidly over the contours of Kain’s body. A few tiny streams of sunlight crept in from the blinds and settled on Kain's face. Drew had never liked the sun much, especially now that he couldn’t even stand to be in it without a thick coat of sunscreen and at least three layers of clothing, but Kain's skin looked gorgeous bathed in its orange glow. Drew lingered over his slightly chapped pink lips, his shock of curly strawberry blonde hair; over his long eyelashe

America had finally come out of the closet, but wouldn’t sit anywhere near the ‘creepy as hell dead guy.’ In fact, he seemed to be trying to keep Arthur away from Gilbert as well. “Alfred, you idiot, let me go!!!” The American currently had Arthur pinned against the wall, holding his face so that the man was looking him in the eyes. “How do I know he hasn’t used his freaky powers to possess you? How do I know it’s really you talking to me?” His voice took on an edge of panic. “How do I know you’re still you?” As ridiculous as all this sounded, Gilbert couldn’t h

A/N: I want to thank everyone for being so patient!!! My Internet has been broken for weeks, and I've felt so guilty T~T Anyway, I just wanted to thank the academy for this wonderful hon- Canada: Excuse me, but- K: Who are you? Canada:    * sighs * I'm Canada. K:  Oh right. What do you want? Canada: The disclaimer? K: Oh, right. I don't, in anyway, own any elements in this story but the plot. And Gil. Canada: * threateningly picks up hockey stick  * Excuse me? K: ^ ^; Just kidding? Prussia: While he's beating the holy hell out of her, on with the story, right? K: Save me!!!!!! Prussia: You're on your own. ((OH, AND SUPER THANKS T