This is for Rosio, Charry and I~
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Thread Topic: This is for Rosio, Charry and I~
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It was cold outside. He himself didn't really feel it, but he watched as Angel's wings unwrapped and cloaked her body, a shield from the chilly air. Angel didn't seem to notice him just yet- Her eyes were trained on the ground, mouth in a straight line. She looked angry. The kid of angry that she got when one of the kids was acting up, but not the kind of angry she got with, say, her brothers or her friends. Pitch didn't understand why exactly, but he didn't get to ask. As he drew near her, she finally got to speak.
"Why exactly do you want to ruin my happiness?"
"You can't seriously be happy with him," Pitch huffed, watching the white puffs of air curling away from her mouth. She shook her head at him, finally looking up to meet his eyes.
"All you ever do is get mad at me for trying to be happy. You're the one who left me, Pitch. You're the one who walked out on your children, and you're the one who's been harassing Constantine ever since we started dating! I feel safe with him. Please, please just let us be."
"You're not safe with him, though. You're not. He's going to get you hurt, or killed, and I-"
"Why do you care? You hurt me, Pitch. Why are you acting like you care now?"
He stepped back from her, tangling his hands into his hair. He turned his back to her, not wanting to answer the question and not knowing how. For some reason, Angel always made him want to hit something- Not her, of course, but like, a wall. He wondered if Constantine had ever hit her. He wouldn't be surprised.
"I guess I care because I was married to you once," He still kept his back to her, dropping his hands by his sides. It was starting to snow a bit, pieces drifting down and landing on his shoes. She was probably freezing, the dress she was wearing was so thin.. He tell her to go back inside, but he didn't want to. He had missed her voice, and even if now it was angry, he didn't care. They hadn't really talked since the whole thing with Harriett.
"So," She started, and he could hear the snow from early that day crunching under her feet as she walked towards him, "So, you get to have a new husband, but because I was married to you.. I can't have you, or anyone else? That's not fair."
"Love isn't fair, Angel," He hummed, feeling the line to be something that belonged in a suicide poem.
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End of part twoooooo.
There's gonna be one more. Sorry not sorry. -
HAHAHA
DID Y'ALL KNOW THAT FANG X ARTIE'S SHIP NAME IS FARTIE?
I'm so stupid. I thought about it in a dream and woke ip laughing. -
HOW DARE YOU? IT'S FANTIE. STOP HATING.
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No it needs to be Fartie. I like that betteeeer. And it's sooo funny.
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Why do you want to ruin the ship name? T.T
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Because it can never sail--/shot
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Watch me help the ship sail, mate.
It will sail. Watch. -
#88
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#89
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I wrote some Amias x Fang for Carls. Will post here when finished.
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#90
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Amias x Fang
"Hey, is everything alright in there, Fang?" The eight year old boy approached his brothers laboratory door, and knocked on it gently. It was just before he was going to shower when he heard the cry of his brother and a thump followed by the sound of glass shattering on the tile. Amias always heard much more than just that, but it got to the point where he started to get worried for Fang. Fang hasnt eaten much in the past week, and he looked awfully exhausted and stressed. He also have been very distant towards Amias, and the youngester didnt know why. It frustrated him because he and his older brother always got along.
He knocked his small knuckles against the door three times as soon as he didnt hear anything from the other side of the door. "Fang? Are you okay?"
He was relieved when he saw his brother open the door. Unfortunately, the eighteen year old didnt look too well. He was a huge mess and Amias' half smile faded away immediately. "You need to eat."
"Im not hungry."
"Then you need to drink blood."
"Im not thirsty either."
The younger one glared up at the older one. "Then at least bathe, Fang! Youre dirty! And I bet you stink with all those chemicals around!" Amias squinted his eyes, something he did to show how serious he was, and although he thought thatd work, all Fang did in response was grin down at him in amusement. He loves it when Amias is trying to look intimating. He thought it was... cute.
His grin made Amias angry and the little one soon started to throw small punches at Fang's abdomen. "Stop it! Im being serious, Fang! Go take a bath or Im telling Dad!" Fang's grin disappeared once he heard Amias say Dad.
Which dad, Amias? Calisto..? Or.. Pitch? Fang swallowed and gripped the door's handle. Amias was supposed to be Fang's step-dad's son. Instead, he's Pitch's. Every time he heard his little brother say that word, he grew uneasy and guilty.
Calisto isn't your real dad, Ami.. He thought, still gazing down at those angry red eyes. Pitch is your real dad..
"Fang..!" Amias whined, dropping his hands. He was out of breath already and still, Fang didn't say a word. Not even move an inch. In fact, he was admiring Amias. You're so cute.. He thought. I'm so glad you're mine. My brother.. My real brother.. With that, he smiled and ruffled Amias' hair.
"Alright. I'll go take a bath." He paused for a second, studying his younger brother's attire. Amias was wearing a yellow sweater and a pair of dark brown dress pants. He wasn't wearing any shoes, but only socks. Fang's smile grew. He loved the way Amias dressed up. He loved how he wore baggy dress pants twice his real size and how he tucked in his shirt. Then suddenly, thoughts started to pool in. Fang wanted to undress his little brother.. He wanted to take a bath with him..
"Fang? Hellooooo? Are you just going to stand there like a bump on a log or are you going to--" Amias was cut off and he let out a shriek as Fang picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder. "How about we take one together, hm?"
The little one gaped at him. "No! I want to take one by myself!"
"Aw, come on.."
Amias punched Fangs back in attempt to escape, but it was futile. "MOOOOM! DAAAD!" Fang started towards the bathroom, ignoring Amias. "I won't take one if you dont let me." Amias immediately ceased the punching and went silent. His silence was like an "okay" to Fang, and the eighteen year old happily made himself into the bathroom down the hall. As soon as he walked in, he noticed Amias' shoes and his favorite towel on the rack. Fang set his brother down and closed the door with his foot. "Looks like you were getting ready to take one."
"Well, yes. But I was distracted by you!"
Fang frowned. "I'm glad I did." He locked the door behind him without leaving his eyes on Amias. "Now.. Lets get you undressed."
OKAY, STOPPING RIGHT THERE LOL! -
AMIAAANNNG
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And the Amiang ship has sailed.
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