A/N: This is the only chapter I’m Schreiben in 1st P.O.V. also this is the first time Schreiben in this P.O.V. so ‘cuse me while I cry in the corner. Also in this chapter, there are Slash (male/male) themes and loads of profanity. Lies, but he does curse every now and then. Von the way, please let me know how well oder badly I did on my first attempt! Thank Du and enjoy Kol’s worst (?) night ever, Sugarcube~
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It was a quarter passed 6 and like time, this situation was seriously ticking itself right into the this-is-fucking-awkward-and-I-just-want-this-to-end box. Naturally, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m sitting in on some velvet red Grecian couch in a dusty Victorian rip-off office alone with this guy, who’s nearly naked Von the way, passed out and sleeping on oben, nach oben of me like we’re spooning oder some crap. Have I mentioned that he was in his black (oh god, I can’t believe I know this) boxer-briefs? Certainty, none of that has anything to do with it. Okay, I’m a lying this has everything to do with this and I am freaking the fuck out. Please forgive me. Also, pardon my German oder was it French? That doesn’t matter now! I blame all of this on that lady in head. Damn, that just made me sound like a whack-o.
To be honest, I can’t even convince myself why I even listen to her. Maybe because she had that cutthroat edge to her voice like Karra that made me run for the hills oder was it my undying need to please all the ladies? Shrugging at my distress, I accidentally rouse; damn wrong word, wrong word! Startle (better) Vash a little, however to my luck he only shifted a little yet to my karma he somehow manage to adjust his body just right to make this state of embarrassment take a whole new level: Socially awkward schildkröte status. What do I mean Von that? Let’s put this way, there’s this schildkröte trying to Converse with this bodacious bunny and this bunny was just being all playful and trödel, schrott, junk-e- which made the schildkröte get all chock up and flip over on it’s shell. That schildkröte just lay there, being all schildkröte like and embarrassing itself while trying to flip itself over only to fail in every way imaginable. Just like Clay Aiken’s Musik career.
Sucking in air at my, might I add beautiful, metaphor I caught something sweet in the air. Exhaling now I began to take a look around at the amazing display of Bücher and I realize, dust does not do Mehr than make a person sneeze so that was rule out. Before figuring out where the scent was coming from, I tense up when Vash began to Bewegen a little. His fingers were curling up on my chest and his hair was tickling underneath the nape of chin.
“Super...” He was muttering something; pulling my head from the armrest to get a better hear, instead I took a whiff of the scent again. It was Vash he was the one who giving it off. Damn for a guy, he smelled like a girl. Actually now that I think about it, Vash could easily pass off as a girl. Pulling off my cape, I embark on the Weiter task at hand: Investigating Vash!
Vash was only a few months older than me, yet his chest was smaller than mine and his skin is just like… Damn, I can touch it all Tag and still get all giddy. Brushing aside strands of green from his face, my thumb lightly pushed down the smooth, sleek flesh then it just pops right back into place. I’m starting to doubt he was even a guy; I never meet a guy with that rosy hue to his lips that natural perks out and those long eyelashes that curl up at the ends… My God, what am I doing? A guy should not be checking out another guy no matter how much the other guy look and had a body of a girl. Yet, yet… I couldn’t help it! Vash have that arc on his lower back that leads right up to his hips and the way he was wind his limbs out on oben, nach oben of me, so exposed and innocent it makes me want to violate him and watch him just loose himself. Honestly, I’m shock not to see any bite marks on him. If I were his boyfriend, I would leave marks all over him to warn off any on lookers because they know: Vash belongs to Kol. Wait a minute….
Slapping my forehead, I try to get the picture out of head. Vash as my boyfriend?! No way man, how can he fall for a tool like me? Mehr importantly, am I considering myself gay? Ugh. Again, I slap myself and readjusted my weight underneath him. Vash kept sleeping like a baby, and I wouldn’t blame him. Yanking my cape off from the floor to give him a blanket (more like to keep me from staring). I tried my best to avoid the dried up blood circling the gash where his wings use to be.
“Rip it off.”
Sighing, I began to relive that moment. Vash, his eyes were lifeless. It must’ve been all that pain, that pain just sucked away all hope and joy replacing it with venom. It just doesn’t suite him, fuck no! I slammed my fist onto the couch in frustration. I know I hardly know him, but he doesn’t deserve that pain. He deserves to be protected. Unlike CA-- No I am not bringing that up.
Suddenly, the chair retaliated against us. The legs snapped causing both of us to slam to the floor still on the couch.
“Huh?” Vash jerked his head up as soon as we landed. I froze, hoping he doesn’t see me. Vash groggily twist and turn his neck with his eyes still have opened. Fuck. “My herz starts singin’ and my feet…” Vash was sheepishly Singen a song, nothing I ever heard of but it had a nice swing, schaukel to it. He sat up, his inner thighs pressing against my own and Vash was yawning while he rubbed his eye. “Do the swingin’…” Vash stretched his body out like a cat with his arms above his head. I couldn’t pull away from him, Vash amber skin infront of me and just like that it crash back down. He dropped down, pushing me to side but kept my left arm as a pillow. “Gimme some rhythm… daddy.”
Instantly I sucked in air, he just purred. How come I feel like he was teasing me? Snuggling up to me, looping his slender arms underneath my own pulling me close. I slide my arm over him. Carefully, I place my arm on the Vash’s side, he seem so fragile. I’m scared I might crush him underneath my grip. I have snapped a back before, which is why Robin hates, giving me, hugs.
The time ticked 7 and this situation Lost the touch of anxiety. I leaned in, shoving his body against mine. I never held someone, a guy for that matter like this. To be honest, after tonight I don’t think I would ever hold someone like this without comparing them to him. Heh...
I blame Vash for well, being him...
After Mehr gazes filled with iinfatuation, Kol subdue himself into dream felt night. However, it was the Weiter morning that felt less like a dream and Mehr like a nightmare.
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It was a quarter passed 6 and like time, this situation was seriously ticking itself right into the this-is-fucking-awkward-and-I-just-want-this-to-end box. Naturally, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m sitting in on some velvet red Grecian couch in a dusty Victorian rip-off office alone with this guy, who’s nearly naked Von the way, passed out and sleeping on oben, nach oben of me like we’re spooning oder some crap. Have I mentioned that he was in his black (oh god, I can’t believe I know this) boxer-briefs? Certainty, none of that has anything to do with it. Okay, I’m a lying this has everything to do with this and I am freaking the fuck out. Please forgive me. Also, pardon my German oder was it French? That doesn’t matter now! I blame all of this on that lady in head. Damn, that just made me sound like a whack-o.
To be honest, I can’t even convince myself why I even listen to her. Maybe because she had that cutthroat edge to her voice like Karra that made me run for the hills oder was it my undying need to please all the ladies? Shrugging at my distress, I accidentally rouse; damn wrong word, wrong word! Startle (better) Vash a little, however to my luck he only shifted a little yet to my karma he somehow manage to adjust his body just right to make this state of embarrassment take a whole new level: Socially awkward schildkröte status. What do I mean Von that? Let’s put this way, there’s this schildkröte trying to Converse with this bodacious bunny and this bunny was just being all playful and trödel, schrott, junk-e- which made the schildkröte get all chock up and flip over on it’s shell. That schildkröte just lay there, being all schildkröte like and embarrassing itself while trying to flip itself over only to fail in every way imaginable. Just like Clay Aiken’s Musik career.
Sucking in air at my, might I add beautiful, metaphor I caught something sweet in the air. Exhaling now I began to take a look around at the amazing display of Bücher and I realize, dust does not do Mehr than make a person sneeze so that was rule out. Before figuring out where the scent was coming from, I tense up when Vash began to Bewegen a little. His fingers were curling up on my chest and his hair was tickling underneath the nape of chin.
“Super...” He was muttering something; pulling my head from the armrest to get a better hear, instead I took a whiff of the scent again. It was Vash he was the one who giving it off. Damn for a guy, he smelled like a girl. Actually now that I think about it, Vash could easily pass off as a girl. Pulling off my cape, I embark on the Weiter task at hand: Investigating Vash!
Vash was only a few months older than me, yet his chest was smaller than mine and his skin is just like… Damn, I can touch it all Tag and still get all giddy. Brushing aside strands of green from his face, my thumb lightly pushed down the smooth, sleek flesh then it just pops right back into place. I’m starting to doubt he was even a guy; I never meet a guy with that rosy hue to his lips that natural perks out and those long eyelashes that curl up at the ends… My God, what am I doing? A guy should not be checking out another guy no matter how much the other guy look and had a body of a girl. Yet, yet… I couldn’t help it! Vash have that arc on his lower back that leads right up to his hips and the way he was wind his limbs out on oben, nach oben of me, so exposed and innocent it makes me want to violate him and watch him just loose himself. Honestly, I’m shock not to see any bite marks on him. If I were his boyfriend, I would leave marks all over him to warn off any on lookers because they know: Vash belongs to Kol. Wait a minute….
Slapping my forehead, I try to get the picture out of head. Vash as my boyfriend?! No way man, how can he fall for a tool like me? Mehr importantly, am I considering myself gay? Ugh. Again, I slap myself and readjusted my weight underneath him. Vash kept sleeping like a baby, and I wouldn’t blame him. Yanking my cape off from the floor to give him a blanket (more like to keep me from staring). I tried my best to avoid the dried up blood circling the gash where his wings use to be.
“Rip it off.”
Sighing, I began to relive that moment. Vash, his eyes were lifeless. It must’ve been all that pain, that pain just sucked away all hope and joy replacing it with venom. It just doesn’t suite him, fuck no! I slammed my fist onto the couch in frustration. I know I hardly know him, but he doesn’t deserve that pain. He deserves to be protected. Unlike CA-- No I am not bringing that up.
Suddenly, the chair retaliated against us. The legs snapped causing both of us to slam to the floor still on the couch.
“Huh?” Vash jerked his head up as soon as we landed. I froze, hoping he doesn’t see me. Vash groggily twist and turn his neck with his eyes still have opened. Fuck. “My herz starts singin’ and my feet…” Vash was sheepishly Singen a song, nothing I ever heard of but it had a nice swing, schaukel to it. He sat up, his inner thighs pressing against my own and Vash was yawning while he rubbed his eye. “Do the swingin’…” Vash stretched his body out like a cat with his arms above his head. I couldn’t pull away from him, Vash amber skin infront of me and just like that it crash back down. He dropped down, pushing me to side but kept my left arm as a pillow. “Gimme some rhythm… daddy.”
Instantly I sucked in air, he just purred. How come I feel like he was teasing me? Snuggling up to me, looping his slender arms underneath my own pulling me close. I slide my arm over him. Carefully, I place my arm on the Vash’s side, he seem so fragile. I’m scared I might crush him underneath my grip. I have snapped a back before, which is why Robin hates, giving me, hugs.
The time ticked 7 and this situation Lost the touch of anxiety. I leaned in, shoving his body against mine. I never held someone, a guy for that matter like this. To be honest, after tonight I don’t think I would ever hold someone like this without comparing them to him. Heh...
I blame Vash for well, being him...
After Mehr gazes filled with iinfatuation, Kol subdue himself into dream felt night. However, it was the Weiter morning that felt less like a dream and Mehr like a nightmare.
Baby Ashley and her Mother
Name:Khanna Min-ji
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change Farben constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good Friends with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope Du liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change Farben constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good Friends with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope Du liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.
Khanna in civvies
Oxpaha
Whisperer
Alex AKA the Distraction
Rose-Skull Civvies
Time keeps running off with out her..
She cannot die,
And ever Tag of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes Von slow,
But people go Von fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case Du wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my Artikel needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope Du liked it. So tell me what Du think.
