FairyxAlice

 I just stared at him in shock. This entirely unassuming human asking such a vague yet heavy question. I could tell him that I am Death - that I remember everything. That I was born with the first star in the sky and had watched it burn out and will be here till the last star burns out so that I myself will make my way to the gate to the other dimension. That I am everywhere and that I've been to places that he's fantasized about and seen things that he could never comprehend. That I remember the first being showing the first sign of affection and caring for it's young and have seen countless of other times. That I remember every human co

My heart is pounding in my chest as the bitter taste in my mouth becomes spicy sweet. My mind is racing as my hand tries to keep up. The rage and hatred boiling in my blood is finally bursting out onto the page. I stop my hand and look at what I’ve come up with. Yes! It’s perfect! The plan is complete. My lips gently touch the sleek paper and forms into a smile as my eyes glitter with a cold madness. My plan. My revenge. May God have mercy on him.

I flutter my eyes open after my body decides that it's way too warm under this thin blanket. I tense my legs and arch my hips until I feel three quick, quiet cracks then relax, smiling down at the curled up cat napping on my thighs. I move my hand and gently pet her soft forehead; she makes a soft groaning sound and shifts a bit before licking her lips and settling back down as I listen to the t.v. in the background, wondering what I'll do until she decides to wake up.

We aren't bad people. We have thoughts and feelings views of the world and want to make it a better place, it's just most of society disagrees with these views and think of us as "terrorists." People are so judgmental; trying to group us into the "bad" category. We tell people we plan on blowing up a building or plan on taking money from the bank. We have reasons for the things we do! But no instead they throw us into a cage and have nothing to pass the time with and make noises with the bars. It's a good thing we all know Morse code.

        "You're so tiny, it's cute!" There's that word. The sound of its consonants' and vowels combined together grates at my ears. I rebuttal that I don't like being small.        "But it makes you so cuddle-y!" 'Shut UP!,' I want to shout but I settle with a look; a glare I know he will ignore because he doesn't or won't see it. All he sees are bangs that sometimes hide earth brown eyes on a small heart shaped face, and it just makes me angrier. I want to scream at him and at everyone who has called me "cute." "Cute" does not mean people like you more. It does not mean people want to hang out w

   The blinds do little to keep the sunlight out as I open my eyes. The presence next to me shifts and I turn to look over at him. Everything except his head is covered by the comforter. He looks so peaceful I can't help but smile as I stretch, my fingertips brushing against the wall behind me.   He wakes up and squints against the light of the room then closes his eyes, smiles in my direction, lovingly grumbles a good morning then pulls me to him and buries his face into my neck, his stubble rubbing against my collarbone, making me giggle and wrap my arms around him. I kiss his forehead and urge him to wake up.He groans, rolls me on top of

We're both lying on my bed next to each other, finally tired after the long night but still have enough energy to talk, reminiscing over old times. The subject turns serious and my heart aches a little as he becomes upset. I lift my hand, caress his face and watch as his eyes close and he nudges his cheek into my palm becoming relaxed. My heart flutters a little at the sight. I haven't seen this kind of cute in a while. I move in to kiss his forehead but he moves and kisses my lips softly. I smile and turn off my lights and snuggle close to him, his arms wrapped around me and I finally feel happy and safe for the first time in a long time as