Nirih

    Ushijima didn't like talking. He spent long intervals of time with his mouth closed and his brain roaring. His mind thought the things his lips never dared to say - and he often listened to them more than anything else. His introspections were the most silent during two times: when his emotions took control of every cell in his body, and when [Name] was visible to the eye (which could be considered as the same thing).    [Name] was always a subconscious thought in Ushijima's mind; every detail about her had been drilled into his brain. For example, how she spoke with such ease and consideration; which made Ushijima deem each word that l

You sat on your bed, your eyes looked down on the ground of your room. No one could have understand you, only your younger brother, Itachi Uchiha. He was just 2 years younger than you and you did everything for him. You felt like you had to protect him, because you were his older sister. Of course you also loved Sasuke, but it was differently with Itachi, you fell in love with him and also Itachi did. You were 19 and he was 17, Sasuke was 12 years old. You grew up with Itachi, you always played together when you were younger, but time changed. And when Sasuke was still a child and wanted to play, you were already interested in other things. A

"Oi, chibi-chan, trying to see what normal people see?" Tsukishima's voice floated up between the leaves that surrounded you. You were nestled comfortably on the lowest branch, using the trunk as a backrest and your lap as a desk. The weather was simply too nice to remain cooped up in the library, and you always found your essays were easier to write outside. Aloft in the tree you were out of the direct sunlight but could still feel the fresh spring breeze as it blew away the last remnants of winter. You hadn't thought anyone would bother you here - you honestly hadn't thought anyone would notice - but you hadn't counted on your boyfriend wa

You sat in silence. Tears threatened to fall, as you glared angrily at the floor. Your mind reeled, as your heart slowly shattered. Today was the day that Lucifer would be cast down, and Gabriel would leave Heaven. Blathazar had already disappeared without a word. One day you woke up, and he was gone. No notice, no goodbye. Your wings started shake, as a sob escaped your lips. Wrapping your wings around yourself, you quietly cried. You tensed, as a hand rested on your shoulder. You slowly looked up, wiping your tear stained cheeks. Cas gazed down at you, and the sadness in his eyes was clear. Sadness, and confusion crossed his features. H

"Young lady, could I have some prune juice please?" An old woman with red curly hair, green skin and tentacles as hands asked you as you passed by her table with a tray full of dirty glasses and silverware. "Of course, Mrs. Duhnwoody! Just give me a second, I'll be right back." You replied with a cheerful tone. Truth be told, that woman was starting to get on your nerves. You were surprised you hadn't some sort of breakdown yet. Getting near the kitchen door, you made a 180 degrees turn and pushed it open with your backside in order to keep you from dropping all of your dishes. You walked over to the large sink, where Sarah was already clea

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  Angels. We are expected to live forever. Though, in some unfortunate cases our forever can meet an untimely end. Screams filled the air, of angel and human alike. The sound of breaking bones and anguished wails surrounded you.  Time stood still as you watched angels fighting angels. You looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood, and you felt bile rise in your throat. The fight seems to take hours, though, it was probably only minutes. Bodies fall to the ground around you, and then everything goes silent. Slowly scanning the diner, you take in all the carnage. Gabriel was bent over the limp body of Balthazar, shaking him softl

  Your POV            You were more confused than terrified, to tell the truth. The man would come and go, ordering you to call the angels; make them fall into his little trap.  Each time you would cock an eyebrow, smirk, and politely refuse. His patience was slowly slipping away with you, but you could literally care less.   “Do you believe me to be evil, (y/n)?”  Your face remained blank, but your eyes held the furry of a hurricane. “…yes.” “Why?” he looked genuinely confused, “I’m not evil,” he said.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE BOIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~