Asurania

"Oi!" He turned and blinked as his nice shoes touched the cobbled stones. "Hold still!" "Ow. Hey!" he said, fighting off the hands that started messing with his hair. He swatted the hands away, but still smiled and laughed. "I. Said. Hold. Still!" "No. What're you doing?!" He started to move his hands down and he brushed against the jaw line. Still, he gave those beautiful eyes a kind smile and he patted the shorter boy on the head. "There." Justin swatted Giriko's arm off of him. "What're you up to?" He felt his head and then laughed as he felt the flower pinned to his gold locks. "You're turning into a girl." Giriko crossed his arms

Notice  me. I  sighed  and  watched  him.  William  T.  Spears.  He  was  showing  around  new  recruits. After  watching  for  afew  minutes,  I  went  back  in  my  office,  to  organize  paper  work,  pairing  recruits,  and  finishing  important  papers  so  I  won't  work  over  time.  I  decided  to  step  out and  go  for  a  small  walk.  I  was  the  most  cutest  reaper  here.  Grell  seems  to think  other  wise,  but  I  know  I am.  I  just  loved  my  outfit.  It  was  a  Lolita  sailor  dress. By  what I've  seen,  most  humans  wear  a  dark  blue  and  white,  when  wearing  a  sailor  outfit, but  me,  I  prefer  (fave colo

You slid down the cold metallic pole. The music faded, and the stuffy, dark room erupted into cheers, catcalls and whistles. Immediately, you turned a heel and concealed yourself behind the thick curtains as the next performers strutted their way out. The choreographer, the sweet little ginger, Petra Ral, clasped her hands in delight, as your boss naturally looked unimpressed as usual. “Perfect!” she cheered, grabbing your shoulders with a bright smile. “You performed yet another flawless routine!” You chuckled and sipped the water from your container. “Thanks a lot. They seemed to like it okay.” Your bo

* When Severus Snape thinks of fire, he thinks of Lily Evans. So he doesn't like fire. It's hot and nasty and burns if one gets too close, and if he's honest with himself he far prefers the chill emptiness of his shadowy dungeons to the merry crackling of flames. It's better this way, he tells himself. Easier. But even though he knows he's going to end up burned, there's no way that the wizard can resist the fire's temptation. This fact irks him. *.  *.  *.  *.  *. It's not as though his teaching job at Hogwarts offers plentiful opportunities for romantic involvement, and given his past Severus believes that perhaps this is for the bette