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WhispersWhispers in the dark that no-one will ever hear
Spark in the charcoal etched corners of my mind;
Flashing lights that make the rough shadows rear.
And then, like blood, wash away and disappear
Leaving nothing but scorch marks and stains behind.
Grip me or Free me (3/4)Grip me or free me (3/4)
Finn’s vision turned into tunnel vision. Everything at the edges was dark and the only thing he could see was the necklace resting at the palm of his hand. The gold of it was opaque, and dingy, just like the gold he had found with Jake in their adventures together. His mind raced with everything…everything but that of what the necklace meant. He thought of different ways to polish and bring the shine back to the gold; to make it new again.
“Finn, you have to look inside of it.”
He could hear Marceline’s voice telling him to look, but he didn’t want to. He felt as if he remembered the locket, yet he couldn’t be sure. “W-where did you…” He paused not sure how to continue his question, “get this locket?”
“Open it Finn. Just open it.” She beseeched.
Taking a deep breath, and holding it, he opened the locket. He could feel Marceline looking over h
Grip me or Free me (2/4)Grip me or Free me (2/4)
“What?” They said at the same time. Both were shocked into silence, as they stared at each other.
Marceline opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. Had he really said what she thought she heard him say? Better yet; had she really said it too? She didn’t have it in mind to tell him she loved him, but to tell him the reason for their journey.
What had made her tell him she loved him?
“I don’t know if I heard correctly or if it was just my imagination Marceline.” Finn paused hesitantly, “But I really like you.” He kicked the ground with the tip of his shoe, looking nervous. “I know you probably think that I’m just some stupid kid for even thinking that anything can happen between us, but…I just; I do have the courage to at least tell you how I feel. Even if you reject me…I at least—”
Marceline had moved forward to seal his lips with he
The Curse of the New HeartThe events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.
The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.
He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his head was the problem. He could not believe it, the whispers that he was not human, but an alien from a planet galaxies away.
Sherlock had wondered if he was in some sort of afterlife, despite his disbelief of such a thing.
The whole idea of life after death was to comfort those who needed it, and so he discarded that theory.
There was a simple test, b
Werewolves in My Closet~ "I just can't leave you alone for two consecutive minutes without you misbehaving, can I?" ~
It was an overall quiet and rainy day in the beautiful Land of Departure, which was why the diciples of the Keyblade were all spending their free day inside the castle. Everything seemed to be going well, until...
"Boo!" Terra yelled at the top of his lungs, as he jumped into the scene from around the corner, right in front of an unsuspecting Aqua. The bluenette merely gave him an unimpressed look (despite the fact that she'd practically jumped out of her skin. She wouldn't give Terra the satisfaction of knowing that, though. She didn't need to see that smug look on his face; Aqua saw enough of that on a daily basis).
"Very... scary," she noted sarcastically, before continuing on her way to her bedroom with her books in her hand.
"What, you're not even scared a little bit?" he asked almost hopefully, as disa
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