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I'm soooooo sorry! This weekend's been hectic. I'm so sorry! Even Charlie could tell you I haven't been on hardly at all! I'm sorry.
Anyway, I RPG'd yesterday with a group of friends. We were all on sugar, so it's no surprise really that my character was in n****e Stickers and a Thong by the end of the meeting... eek
Actually, it was my own fault, I incurred the wrath of the gods (and my dm!) and began badmouthing people. I'm stupid.
But Tain was dumber. Gods, that guy kept asking people if they wanted to be his servents. He asked a god, three Epic necromancers, a God-child (an INSANE god-child), and our entire party. He even attacked a duck, which was the catalyst to our more insane adventure in which the only person left wearing pants was Alice, our Eternal Fighter, and that's only because of Lowki. Damn nutcase of a god...
SORRY LOWKI!
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Fantasy Time:
Anywho, we wound up saving everyones lives and stuff in my divergent and unfinished Yugioh fanfic. However, Yami's in pain and Shari,my boyfriend's mom got mowed down by a car. She says she didn't see who was driving, but Shiu told me she was lying, though he doesn't know why.

Oh, and sorry if my n's are missing some places, the key's a little sticky.

Anywho, there's also a bit of a problem concerning Shiu's uncle, Raist, who's been feeling ill lately. It was probably some bad marjoram (inside joke!)
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Well, I guess that's all. Oh, and I finished a fanfic for Yugioh. Review!

Me'a Vala
Light Angel
A Yugioh Fanfic by Tymora Silverhand
Characters: Morvala (OC) and Ryou Bakura. Implied Yami Bakura and Violence.

It's not very often that I give in to my emotions. I prefer to keep my inner being and feelings to myself, blocking myself off from the outside world. Even anger doesn't show through, no matter how hard people push me. I just keep a patient, kind face, which is kind of painted on. No, I don't like to show myself. I don't enjoy showing my true feelings.
Unless I'm showing them to you.
You're so much different from everyone else I know. You're so quiet and calm. Everything you say and do seems to have been planned beforehand, like you know everything everyone's going to say or do. You're so much like me, that it frightens me.
Even surrounded by people, you're completely alone. It's like you're not worthy of them, or they're not worthy of you. I can't figure out which it really is, though, and that confuses me. I don't understand you, and I let you know that. I don't understand what drives you. Everyone else's stories I know about, but yours is a mystery to me.
There's a very haunting quality to your eyes. They're so beautiful. They're cool and clear, but they're also empty, devoid entirely of your essence. I can't read into them, because you never let your thoughts and feelings crowd them. Are you incapable of emotion? Or are you like me, and despise letting anyone know how you feel?
I wonder... if I hit you or hurt you, would you cry? Would your beautiful, dead eyes flash with anger or fear? Would you fight back?
These thoughts bother me, you know. I'm not supposed to feel love, hate, lust, or passion. I'm just supposed to exist, to kill. It terrifies me that you make me feel. I hate it. Yet still, you force me to love you, stringing me along with your solidity.
I wonder... how do you taste?
No. These are not my thoughts; you're making me think this. It's all your fault. I used to be content. Not happy, though, just content, and that was good enough for me. You are mocking me, which makes me angry. Anger is not an emotion I'm allowed to feel. It makes me irrational, foolish, and quick to strike. These are bad traits for someone in my position to have.
You've poisoned me with your perfection, broken me with your wholeness, and wooed me with your indifferent care. Why? Why do I even care? I'm a soulless, heartless, emotionless killer. That's who I am. I'm not a sissy b***h who is attracted to...
DAMN YOU! Now I've said it! It's true then, that I like you! Damn it. Why do you have to be so damn beautiful? I hate this! You should be no more than another face in the crowd that I've strived to dissipate, but you instead stand out and beat me down with your being.
No, I hate showing emotions, and you're causing me to show them all. Therefore, I hate you. I hate you more than anything in the world, and I'm going to show you. I'm going to make those pretty eyes show pain and fear. I'm going to hear your mellifluous voice scream for mercy. I'm going to...
Damn you. You've made me do it again. I'll kill you some day. You'll regret ever having made me love you. I'll kill you and be free of your tyranny over my heart. I'll enjoy your death very much. I've come to tell you all of this and to fulfill this promise.
Then I see you again, curled up in the corner of a hallway in the school. You are crying into your own crossed arms, which are propped up on your gracefully bent legs. Your impossible beauty strikes me again. I cannot end such a perfect life. Damn you to the nine hells.
You stiffen, suddenly, realizing I'm here. Looking up at me, your eyes are wide with surprise that doesn't show on them. How the hell do you do that? How do you show emotion without showing it? Your mouth moves and your beautiful voice comes to me, caressing my ears with its low and gentle touch.
"Go away."
It's amazing how two words can do so much to a person. Here you are, ordering me to leave you, and I'm lost in the sound of your voice. My mouth answers before my head has a chance to comprehend what you've just said.
"No," I reply, seating myself beside you, blocking your escape. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." But your face says differently, why do you try to lie?
"Tell me, I can help." I'm still saying things without thinking, why? More to the point, why do I care what happened?
"I..." You're very pretty when you're depressed. Your body seems so frail and soft curled up like that. I'm very confused, because you shouldn't seem so helpless because of something I didn't do. No... I'm confused because I'm not enjoying your pain.
"Did someone hurt you?" I ask, my own damn body is betraying me here, saying these treacherous words and responding with the accuracy of my heart. Wait, do I have a heart? No, I can't have a heart it's impossible. Damn you to the Innermost Circle of the Ninth! This cannot happen!
"Y- yes," You're killing me with your words, and you don't even know it. Still, I stay by your side. Now I can see the cruel bruises that cover your fragile form. You look like an abused child, a kicked puppy that has no home and no name. I try not to smile as you grab me and hold me to you. You're so very warm and soft. Suddenly, I scowl at myself. Why am I enjoying this? You shouldn't excite me like you do.
"Who?" I let that one word out and am instantly furious with myself. I don't care! I can't care! This isn't me! The effect of that one word on you however brought what I had sought not five minutes from you. Tears. You're crying into me.
"I didn't mean to make him angry! I just walked into the room and he... he hit me! I didn't do anything! I didn't even fight him when he..." You trail off. I burn within. Someone touched you and hurt you before I could. Someone stole you from me. I peel you off of me, and you sob even louder. "I knew you'd do this! You'll kill me now, because I'm..."
I regain my control and hold your eyes with mine. I can see myself in your clear, crying eyes. My eyes are dead, but yours are even worse, somehow. Yours are still empty, but they have fear hidden behind them, and it's becoming clearer. I sigh and continue to hold eye contact. Very levelly, I speak to you.
"I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you." Why did I say this? My surprise must be evident, because your eyes widen even more.
"You won't?" Ah, but you are beautiful when you're doubtful!
"Never. You are my sun and my moon. You are my only, my beauty, my perfection." I'm scared now, color rising in my pale, dead cheeks, eyes whirling their myriad of colors that normally are still and cold. There's something about you.
Your face pales impossibly white, then colors slightly. You shiver, but it is a good kind of shiver. Then you speak.
"What are you saying, Black Angel?" I hate that name. Had anyone but you called me the Black Angel, they would have died. From you, however, the name that had become my curse became a blessing. I bring you to myself suddenly, fiercely holding you to myself, and telling you the truth I have been denying.
"I love you, my little Rimvala. Amin mela lle a' i' tela en' coiasira." I know you don't speak elvish, but I know you understood, because you bury your face in my neck. Holding you to me, I let myself go. I cry into your fragrant hair and tell you that I love you. What happened to the angry, evil Black Angel of Death that I used to be? I hate showing my emotions to anyone, but to me, you aren't just anyone. You're my melar, my n'at-perya, my Perfection. You are mine, and we control each-others? emotions. It is love.

Rimvala= White Angel
Amin mela lle a' i' tela en' coiasira = I love you to the end of time
Melar= Lover
n?at-perya= Other Half


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