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Unwanted Help to the Sick pt. 1
Arthur laid in his bed taking heavy breathes.
'This is bad...' he thought to himself.
He sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands and just keeps breathing.
'I don't want to go to this meeting today...' he thought.
He got up slowly from his bed and headed to his bathroom, he splashed some cold water in his face and stared at himself in the mirror for moment then started to get undressed to take a shower.
He stepped into the water and let the warmth of it surround him.
'All I have to do is get through this day with no problems...hopefully...'
It was a day of a world meeting and it was being held in America, Arthur wasn't really looking forward to going to the meeting and especially not looking forward to seeing that annoying American that he knew would start yammering about other things than the meeting, like the one day that Arthur hated the most that he knew was getting closer and closer, 'Greeeeeat...' he thought to himself while he got on
An Interesting HH Christmas pt.2 preview.D woke up in the morning and noticed that as usual Izm was cuddling him in his sleep. He attempted to move out of the delinquents grasp but to no avail, if anything Izm just held onto him tighter. .D sort of just gave up at the moment to try and get away because he wasn't really fully awake and didn't care to get his leech off yet. 'Wait...' .D thought for a moment, he wondered to himself, did he just say HIS leech??
.D had a bit of a blush from that little thought and tried to push it out of his mind. Although it was a bit hard to do that when the boy who just instigated that thought is still holding your torso tightly. Finally Izm let go and turned around again, .D sighed in relief and got up from the bed. He went into the bathroom to clean up before Izm woke up.
Izm woke up while .D was in the shower and instead of a warm body next to him he opened his eyes to notice a colored box that had a bow and his name on it. Izm sat up and grabbed the box looking at it every which way. Final
An Interesting HH ChristmasIt was a cold day at the all-boys school of Hedone High and one ebony-haired boy was standing in the center of the outside grounds in the school. He had been standing there for a couple hours, he couldn't really remember how long he had been out there but figuring how cold his fingertips and his toes were he could tell that it had been a while at least.
He didn't really care honestly, he wanted to stand out there as long as he could and just stare at the sky. Usually he would be off pestering some people but ninety percent of the school was empty due to the fact that almost all of the students going home to see their families. He couldn't even go and but his favorite perfect A.E.D, because even he went to the orphanage where he grew up in to visit the other orphans, and Izm wasn't really sure when he would be back.
He was starting to remember the holidays he used to spend with his parents before they left him. Izm sighed while a puff of smoke came out from how cold it was, he we pretty
A winter night in New York
It was a cold cold night in New York as Alfred F. Jones was standing near the window watching the weather from a not so much warmer house. Alfred was looking so intently out the window that he failed to notice the footsteps coming over to him. "Alfred?" He heard behind him. He turned and noticed his British lover Arthur Kirkland standing a couple feet away from him with a tired and slightly worried expression.
"Oh hey Artie, I didn't know you were still up." He said to Arthur, who had what looked like papers and a book in his arms, "Well yes" Arthur replied, "I haven't really been asleep just yet. I was finishing up a project that my boss assigned me to finish for tomorrow." Arthur finished explaining and ended with a yawn.
Alfred chuckled a little and walked over to the Brit, "Well, are you finished now?" Arthur looked up at the American now standing in front of him and said, "Yes I am actually, why?" Alfred smiled and took what was in the Brits arms and put them
A USUK Holiday
It was a really cold day in December, the 24th to be exact, as Alfred F. Jones looked out at the snow that was forming on the ground. He kept thinking of one person that he really wanted to see this Holiday but what with the snow and how deep it was getting, he was afraid that the man wasn't going to be able to see him. He sighed and turned away from the window so that he can look at the fire that he had started a while ago, he put his hot chocolate down to add more wood for the fire.
After adding another piece of wood he turned to look at his tree that he and his lover put up together. He looked at a particular ornament that had a picture of him and his lover Arthur Kirkland in it. In the picture Alfred was holding Arthur in a big bear-hug with a huge grin on his face, and Arthur laughing slightly more than likely about the attitude of the American at the time.
Alfred smiled at the memory of taking the picture with the Brit. He walked back to his drink and picked it up just to stand a
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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