Feliz dia de Valentino, seÃ&orita.
-The Rose Thief
The Doll Maker
To you my dearest,
To you who I have been shot down by. You are the one creature I have been looking for. *Kisses hand* With this gift I ask of you, will you become my final creation? A doll as gorgeous as you must be mine and completed by my hands. Accept this gift and in return you will be mine for all eternity.
-The doll maker
Sketch Anon
I wonder if you remember, you probably don't.
That night at the party.
You were standing out on the balcony as the music played, staring at the crowds dancing.
I wish now that would of had the courage to ask you to dance that night.
Because you really did shine like a star.
- The Sketch Anon
The silent Suitor anon
My dearest:
Someone once told me that loving someone doesn't need a reason. And my heart, I have no words to express even a fraction of what I feel for you. This love....is what fairy tales describe. You're my ever after. Our fates are intertwined, forever written in the stars. Alas....this is the real world, and there is no place for stories here, it's too dark, too cold, too unforgiving. Even so, in my humble opinion....every irrational moment of happiness is a moment in which we stand unscathed by our misfortune. You laugh, and flood oblivion with bliss. You smile, and death quivers in fear beneath your feet. Remember this, even though you may not know me, and we might never share a sultry whisper of sweet nothings in the dead of night, or even a dance in the rain.......you are loved more than you could ever know.
Inevitably Anonymous,
~The Silent Suitor
The Sexy Poet anon
Charmeleons are red
Wartortles are blue
Metapod uses Harden
When I get a Pikachu
- The Sexy Poet
Suzie
It was a tiny noise that caught your attention. Something so small - a tiny pitter patter behind you.
You turned a few times before but nothing ever caught your sight.
Now, growing both annoyed and anxious you spin around quickly and spy something; a tiny doll laying flat on the ground.
You look around, wondering if it had been there before, but tell yourself it couldn't. You would have noticed such a thing, surely.
Walking over you carefully kneel down and pick up the discarded doll and look it over. It doesn't seem to be broken or in poor condition. However, as you examen the toy you notice something that chills you.
The bottoms of it's shoes are dirty. You can even see a piece of gum that seemed to have clung to it's right shoe. In a bout of fear you drop the doll and take several steps back, hearing a quiet ouch as it hit the ground.
"Oh, that's not very nice!" a voice spoke, and your eyes widened as you watched the small toy slowly push itself up. "Apologize this instant! I won't stand to be dropped! Look at me!" the doll moved her arms, tugging at her clothing. "You've gone and got m' clothes filthy! Do you treat everyone this rudely?" She tsked, carefully looking through her pockets before producing a small package. "Here. I wanted to give you this, but you walk too fast!" The doll's expression never changed, though her voice soon sounded rather malicious. "I'd watch myself, if I were you, though. I don't take kindly to being mishandled. I've half a mind to cut your tendons, I do!" With that, the doll turned, a small gasp escaping her throat as a small pen knife fell, already covered in dried blood. She knelt down, quickly picking it up and hurried back away.
You look down to the small package you were given, seeing a message so small you have to squint to read:
Be nice to your dollies.
-Suzie
Kyouya
Dearest Miss Tsuki,
Thank you for your greetings and participation in my Valentine's event. It had been to my delight that you graced me with your presence, and today, I wish to express my gratitude with this token of my appreciation.
Happy White Day.
Yours Truly,
(this) Ootori Kyouya.
