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May(Be)"Kissae!" Kreyul calls coming into the kitchen "are you still playing Dante's inferno?" he asks, getting no answer. The boy checks the living room to find the deity sat on the floor with his back to the couch and a controller in hand. On the TV is going on a fight between Dante and a bunch of demons "have you really been here, for three days playing nonstop?" Kreyul asks. Kissae shrugs without tearing his eyes from the screen "maybe... it's not like I count, you know?" Kreyul huffs "you can't stay there all day. It's spring, Kisssae, go out with me, do something!" Kissae groans "but I like this game!" "seriously?! Four days without a break? Is that game so awesome?!" "Fine! If tomorrow the weather is good I'll go out with you." Satisfied leaves the room and goes to bed.
When he wakes up the morning after, it is to a chilly air and he opens the window to see a thick layer of snow covering the streets "Kissae" he grumbles before heading downstairs. As expected the redhead is exactly wher
Back home (Easter Bonus)March sluggishly drags itself to an end for Kreyul, even the sun coming back to the park can't lure him out of his shell. Every day follows the other exactly the same as the previous one in an endless circle of doubts, loneliness, emptiness, questions without an answer and dull boredom. He hasn't seen or heard from Kissae since the day under the oak. Nothing happened. He just disappeared without a word.
Sis is worried about him so she planned to spend Easter day together at uncle's place. That is how Kreyul ends up sat at the table staring at a plate full of delicious food with no will to eat it. The cheerful atmosphere around him makes him sick because he can't find a reason to be happy, he just wants to be alone and drown in self pity. That's why he decides to go back home as soon as the meal ends, leaving the family celebrating for the rest of the day.
He gets home and opens the door throwing the keys in the bowl, kicks away his shoes and head to the living room. He wants to lay dow
Someday (March)The sun peeks out from the fluffy clouds in the morning sky and courageous sunrays run down to the dew covered earth to warm up the first tender green grass in the park. There are a few people walking in the park enjoying the approaching spring. Among them a redhead strolling next to a taller boy. "what would you like to do this weekend?" he asks to his companion. Kreyul thinks for a couple of moments "I don't know, we could go and have a picnic by the lake if you want." Kissae nods "let's go to the oak." He says holding out his hand "let's go." Kreyul replies taking his hand.
Once Kissae is settled between Kreyul's legs with his back flush against the boy's chest he looks up to the oak's branches. "Spring's coming back again, Krey." He says "I've noticed." The boy replies. Kissae crooks his neck to look at him "what's up with you ?" Kreyul kisses him softly "nothing" he answers "I've been thinking" "what about?" Kissae asks again. Kreyul wraps his arms around Kissae's waist "about us.
The trick's master (Valentine's day bonus)It looks like spring even if it's still february. The sun is shining unusually bright and warm and there's a new chirping sound in the air. The first grass is making a brave attempt at growing out of the frosted ground.
Kreyul wakes up when the sun beams hit his eyes filtering through the tents, he looks around, taking in the atmosphere and pads downstairs whistling in a strangely happy mood.
"Goodmorning sis." He greets the woman in the kitchen "morning bro, what do you want for breakfast?" Kreyul sits at the table "whatever you make will be great." Sis smiles at him with a strange expression "why are you in such a good mood today?" Kreyul shrugs "I don't know I just am" "Good for you."
Sis dishes the plates and hands one to Kreyul "what are you doing today?" The woman asks. The boy swallows before talking "I don't know, why do you ask?" "I thought you had plans for Valentine's day." Kreyul drops the fork with an horrified face "today is Valentine's day?!" "Yes... What's wrong w
Hot and cold (February)It's a quite cold morning for it being an early day of February, and the first lazy rays of light hit the freezed snow on the sides of the streets making. It shine like diamonds. One of the bravest squirrels in town runs around in the chilly air desperately looking for some food. Finally its brave attempt reaches its goal when the furry little creature gets to a house and runs up to a window and, thanks to a bush, it makes it to the windowsill where a treasure of nuts and pieces of fruit is waiting for its arrival.
While the tiny creature bathes in the warmth radiating from the house, on the other side of the window Kreyul is making plans with Kissae. The two are spooning before the fire. "Are you going to be free for carnival break?" Kreyul asks kissing the spot behind the other's ear. The redhead sighs contently "I suppose so. Why do you ask?" "I was planning to go to Italy and I'd like you to come with me." Kreyul replies draping an arm across the shorter deity's waist. Kissae shift
... And in health (January)The air si freezing while the two walk back from the new year's eve celebration and, even if his nose is red and ne can't quite feel his fingertips, Kreyul is smiling widely walking slowly beside Kissae.
"what's so funny?" Kissae asks after a while. "You" Kreyul answers. Kissae glares "that's not the adjective I'd use to describe myself, being a deity and a hell's messenger at that." He retorts. Kreyul keeps smiling "yeah, you gloriously terrifying hell sent being, were really frightening throwing fire-crackers and giggling like a ten-year-old earlier." "Shut up! I was making new experiences." Kissae pouts, not that he would ever admit doing so. "Of course you were" The boy concedes.
They make it to Kreyul's home through a massive amount of teasing and just a little bit of snogging. "Will I see you tomorrow?" Kreyul asks holding loosely Kissae's waist "I'm afraid not." Kissae's murmurs kissing him one last time "I'll be working." "Mmmh" "I'll be here the day after." He promises "I'll b
Inside (Christmas bonus)"have you already done your Christmas shopping?" sis asks Kreyul while they're having breakfast. Kreyul shakes his head, swallows and then answers "nope, I'm going today with Seppi" sis nods and gets up "I need to go to work, don't be back too late and remember to eat" she recommends ruffling her brother's hair "ok, sis. Have a good day"
When he's done with breakfast , Kreyul washes his and sis' dishes, gets dressed and heads to the mall to meet with Seppi. "so" asks the brunette "who are you shopping for?" Kreyul thinks for a couple of moments "given that I'm shopping with you I can't buy your gift now so for sis I suppose"
By lunchtime Kreyul has bought a silk scarf for sis and an empty paper box, while Seppi is full of packages for several people. "how are you going to spend Christmas?" Kreyul asks "I'm going to visit my grans. You?" "I don't know actually. I think sis will have to go to uncle's house I suppose I'll stay home." "I'm sorry, man" "don't be, I'll be fine"
Surprise English versionAlexandra is walking towards the dungeons, with a stack of books balanced on one arm and
a ripped bag in the other hand, praying whatever deity is listening to hold her wand which is slowly slipping out of her bundle of reddish-brown hair. Clearly no one is listening because she feels the wand slip out and the hair fall on her shoulders and back 'brilliant! Now I have to stop and pick up my want and stick it somewhere. And I'm almost late.' The girl is too enrapted in her mental rant to notice that her wand hasn't touched ground, that until a voice sounds in her ear "you know, Cresh, I like you better with your hair down"
The girl yelps and all the books fall on the stone floor. She quickly turns around to face an all too familiar shirt-clad chest 'how beautiful it is to be tiny and look at the world from the down up.' She thinks before rising her gaze to meet grey amused eyes staring down at her. A scowl finds its way on her face to hide the blossoming smile
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More