Real-God-of-Mischief

He stood up, finely dressed in a tuxedo, his champagne flute raised as he began his short speech, his eyes passed over the people seated at the wedding, musing bitterly to himself over the minor detail of his bare ring-finger. "I've known this couple ever since they first started on their roller-coaster ride, six years ago. They may not have had a smooth run, I think we all agree I needn't highlight those times, but all-in-all they've stood by each other, keeping everything on track enough to make it thus far, and when all is said and done, I couldn't think of a better suited couple, even though she'll always be the one that got away" he tur

 Gabriel's black nail scratched into the side of the wine glass. "How did that infantile Daemonette best me? I mean, I'm several centuries old!" exclaimed Gabriel. Belliphaeron turned to Gabriel with a look of mild amusement on his face. "You know exactly how, Gabe" he drawled, somewhat mockingly. "Oh just because I fought a female, you assume I got 'distracted' and let my guard down?" said Gabriel sardonically. "Wouldn't be the first time" chided Belliphaeron. "That's beside the point..." growled Gabriel. Belliphaeron sipped his wine "Either way, she beat you, and complaining about it is just spoiling our little evening" he spoke

I do not know if I am special to you, but I try to show that to me it is true, every word you say, every breath we share, as I stroke your hair on that lazy day... Those naps we take, barely even awake, looking into your eyes, as I hold you tight, in the fading light, I needn't fear lies... How long we will last; There is no way of knowing, but no cracks are showing, harsh words always pass, love always shines through; Anger fades for only you. We share this moment together, and I hope it lasts forever...

Alex awoke with a start and a snort, his nose burning from the impact with the desk. The teacher was looking at him with a less-than-pleasant expression as the class supressed their giggles, Alex's face reddened by the impact more than the embarrassment. His eyes scanned the room, pausing momentarily on the resident goth, the sight of her unamused expression reddening his cheeks a little more. The teacher went back to lecturing the class on the mathematical equations on the board, his moment of shame gone. Alex had trouble staying awake, the equations were frustratingly easy, but the Academy had felt that he would be better suited in this cla

She has my heart, it beats her name into every part of my passions flame... Every fibre of my being yearns for her to touch, my pleasures plaything urged for oh so much... from lust of desire, to delicate love, she is my fire a gift from above... when I see her, all worry leaves, when I hold her, my heart feels free... Only with her, do I feel happy...