Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock
Favourite cartoon character: Too many to list only one
Personal Quote: Do your best, and life goes on
Close Your Eyes"Close your eyes."Close Your Eyes by ~Flaming-Hailstorm
This was stupid. She knew what he was going to do. The close proximity of his altered voice and the way his hands were dragging along her forearms were dead giveaway of what he wanted to do. The light fingertips were gliding along and eliciting goosebumps; she knew he could see them because of the small spike of pleasure fading into her like water vapor. She still didn't know how her voice was still steady.
She knew what he wanted to do.
He wanted to kiss her.
To kiss her, he must take off his mask.
Her blasted eyes were shut the minute he caressed her neck. Damn him.
Removal of the mask had been something deeply desired by all of them. Who he was, why he stole the suit, why he lived the life of a thief, all those questions had been burning in their minds with every encounter and every escape. There never was a chance.
She'd tried; oh, of course she'd tried. These midnight meetings in her room every time he delighted in slipping past their security system had been an
Happy BirthdayRaven gasped, beads of sweat dripping from her pale brow to the crinkled sheets of her bed below. The images were so real, even if the sunlight streaming through the slit between her curtains begged otherwise.Happy Birthday by ~Flaming-Hailstorm
The sky glared a deadly red, the cracked streets filled with wind-blown debris, gouges the size of canyons were seeped with molten lava, monsters of grotesque size and shape were patrolling for anything that yet still clung hopelessly to life...
Panting, the empath leaned her head down and slid her grey fingers through pillow-mussed amethyst locks. She had to regain control of herself. Control at all times. Banished father or not, freed from her sinful obligations or not, that didn't change the fact that her emotions still held more weight than they ever should have been forced to shoulder.
Control. Peace. Tranquility. Azarath Metrion Zinthos.
A deeper, more decisive breath escaped her as she sat up more fully, taking a look around her demented bedroom. Everything was as i