writing.touch

late night demons.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 02:36:03 -0400

          The screams. They were back. They haunted her, echoing through her head like cackling like hyenas, moving in for the kill. They poured from her mind and grasped at her world, tearing across the twisted sheets and loose bed clothes to scratch at her skin, tearing over old scars and fresh wounds. The claws left welts and tears, the nails digging deep into her skin, the fingers twisting over her limbs to restrain and bruise. They were the darkness that surrounded her, that followed her throughout the day and into the night, stalking into her mind at any given moment. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breath. She was trapped.

          Even as her eyes open to stare into the black pit of her room, she could feel the faint traces of their cruel cuts over her skin. A hand traced over her neck, trailing down her arm slowly, just to make sure there were no wounds ruining her sheets. She didn’t have enough Cast points to buy another set, not after her recent battles have given fresh wounds that bled with every little movement.
          Drawing her arms back against the bed, she used her elbows to push herself into a sitting position. She checked over her legs easily for the same possible wounds, yet she saw nothing. It was both a relief and a curse. If they had not gotten her yet, when would they?
          Kayo cursed under her breath, adverting her gaze to the wall her bed was pressed against. She had barely managed to get any sleep recently. The nightmares were reoccurring instances, the haunting words that tore sleep away from her. She was tired, oh so tired. She simply wanted to sleep, to feel comfort in the haunting darkness. Yet DW was not a place where one could feel comfort, especially the cursed Deadmen of G Block.
          Her face twisted into a scowl, her hands raking through her hair quickly and pushing the long bangs from her face momentarily. As soon as her hands fell back into her lap, though, she was blinded by the black locks. She couldn’t simply sit there, wishing away her problems. It wouldn’t work, no matter how many nights she tried it. It was maddening, really. She needed distraction. She needed that impossible comfort.
          The lithe form twisted over the simple bed, hands grasping at the pillow behind her and tugging it close to her chest. Her legs flew over the side of the bed, bare feet planting on the cool ground without a thought to the sudden temperature. She heaved a sigh, hesitating briefly and battling with herself over her thoughts.
          Before the demons could pounce upon her again, the Dead(wo)man pushed herself onto her feet and tripped across the dark room, barely managing to make it to the door without falling.
          The hallway outside was dimly lit for the ‘late night’ setting, although it was still bright compared to her dark room and it temporarily blinded her, leaving her to clench the pillow against her chest with one hand as the other rubbed her suddenly burning eyes. The limb stayed close to her face, shielding her sensitive eyes as best as it could, and her head dipped low as she turned on her heel to patter silently down the long circle corridors that made up on of the gears of G Block. The first few times she had gone on adventures in the middle of the night had not ended well for her and, Kayo regrettibly remembers, she ended up lost. However, after being led by an angry, half asleep man to her destination, she had learned where she was going.
          In fact, his room was not very far from her own, and she arrived at the closed door in under three minutes. The walk was typically faster for her, but her groggy mind was not leading her body easily, and her steps were slow against the cool tiles. Her body twisted and stooped slightly as she stood ouside of his room, staring blankly at the door, willing it to open on its own.
          When the door did not budge alone, Kayo slowly used her shielding hand to reach out and grasp the handle. It took far too much effort for her to tug on the door, causing it to slide open just enough for her to slip into the room, but even her weary body managed the task. She attributed it to the longing for that small semblance of comfort that was mere feet away, on the other side of the door and the trecherous dark room.
          Kayo had to pause at the door, pressing her back against it once it was closed fully and the room was enveloped in darkness again. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the change in light, but it was enough for her to spot the usual mess that littered his room. Magazines, towels, and clothes cluttered the floor, some hiding the weights tossed around easily. He was such a muscle head.
          Both arms wrapped around her pillow, the lower half of her face buried in the soft material as Kayo studied the room. She carefully picked out her pathway before pushing off of the door and tiptoeing her way to the bed on the other side of the room. There, she paused, eyes trailing over the lean form that spread over the bed, making it look small compared to his form. He was face-down in his pillows, snoring and enjoying his sleep. She almost didn’t want to wake him up and disturb him.
          Almost.
          Leaning a knee against the bed, Koya reached out to lightly touch his bare shoulder. He didn’t so much as make a sound upon her fingertips grazing over his shoulder. She hesitated from doing it again, stealing a wary glance behind her into the dark room. Those fears would be gaining on her quickly, ready to pull her back into the abyss of sleepless nights. She needed to ward them off before they took ahold of her.
          After trying to rouse him the fifth time, she felt hopeless and annoed. He was a heavy sleeper, sometimes too much so. She transitioned from simply touching his shoulder to wake him to shaking it gently, slowly getting heavier and angrier. Still, she recieved no response, not even to his name being called out multiple times in a row.
          Her lips pursed in obvious annoyance, the hand around her pillow tightening sharply. She glared down at the Deadman, leaning in closer to him. She did not take well to people ignoring her or her requests, even if they were usually slightly obsurd. This man was stubborn, more so than a mule, and he rarely listened to her. It was a miracle she was still with him.
          Finally, she simply heaved a deep sigh. Her hands grasped the edges of her pillow, arms swinging over her head and a glare sent down at the muscular form. With a sharp yell of “SENJI KIYOMASA”, Koya brought down the pillow on his back. The first attack didn’t phase him, of course, but as she continuously beat his bare back, she slowly started to see him twitch and give reactions to her treatment of him.
          At about the third or fourth hit against his back, Senji fully awoke to a pillow hitting his head. He cursed, grabbed his head, and rolled over to glare at Koya. He yelled something at her, but it faded away as quickly as it began when he fully looked at her. His usual prudish self came through and he turned away from her to hide his red face. Although the act would usually amuse the woman, it did not do so this time, and she continued to stare down at him with an obvious pout contorting her features.
          “What the hell, woman?” he stuttered after a few seconds of composing himself.
          With her cheeks puffed and brows furrowed, Koya hugged her pillow tightly. She was the one to be embarassed next, hiding her face in the fluff of the pillow and turning her eyes away. When her silence continued, Senji turned his head, ready to inquire about her silence. He didn’t have to, though, when he noted her slouched posture and the late time. It was obvious after it happened the first few times.
          A hand rubbed over his burning cheeks, the other supporting his body as he sat up partially to move himself over on the small, one-person bed. Koya shuffled her feet, watching him from the corner of her eye, and only moved to lie down next to him when she knew he was comfortable. She set her pillow aside, instead shifting closer to Senji to lightly place a hand on his arm.
          “I’m sorry,” she murmured, as per the usual routine, as she buried her face into his bicep. She heard his audible sigh, followed by the arm tearing out of her grasp, instead slipping under her form and laying his hand gently on her hip.
          Koya didn’t need to look up to know his face was probably bright red. She only added fuel to the blush as she curled up against his side, a sigh leaving her lips. For now, she had found that small glimmer of comfort in the confines of DW. It wouldn’t last long, but as her mind drifted into a calmer state, the grasps of claws and fangs leaving her temporarily, she was content at the Crow’s side.

Imagine your OTP has gone to bed for the night, but Person A can’t seem to fall asleep so they sneak into Person B’s room to ask if they can join them. Unfortunately Person B is fast asleep and wont wake up after a few light shakes. Growing irritated Person A grabs their pillow and hits Person B with it until they wake up.

I managed to catch up on DMW’s manga last night, and we watched an episode in my anime club, so I’ve been slightly obsessed in the past few days. Needless to say, with the considerable lack of Senji fanfiction around, I’ve forced myself to write. And I obviously just suck at it.
I don’t own DMW, Senji, or anything pertaining to it. I just own my OC, Koya, and my deranged brain.

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Sun, 30 Dec 2012 00:11:00 -0500

Fingers ghosted over pale skin, shaking but steady, firm but gentle. One hand supported the legendary, elbow resting on the bed beside the trainer’s chest and forearm slipped partially under his back at an angle. The other limb dusted touches across the exposed body beneath him, only his fingertips managing to whisper over his skin. Trailing from his waist, up and over his chest, across shoulders and arms, he only stopped when his feather touches reached his face.
   A visible wince twisted his features at the sight of the burn. It was a shallow wound, but a wound nonetheless. He couldn’t control his anger well enough to stop the flames, not that it was on his mind at the time of the incident. Run-ins with wild Pokemon were frequent more recently, and many held hostilities toward trainers, meaning more battles to defend one another. And Shiro couldn’t stand the thought of Green being hurt, thus his constant protection in those dangerous situations. But even so, even if he was doing it to protect those close to him, loosing control and harming the gym leader was never acceptable.
   He sucked in a quick breath, brows furrowed as the internal war waged. Ignoring the comforting gaze trying to find his own blue eyes, Shiro leaned his head down, replacing his pale touches with a light nuzzle of his nose. Before simply burying his face in the other’s neck, he placed a light kiss on the outskirts of the sensitive skin that traced just under his jaw.
   Green eyes watched the spectacle carefully, knowing exactly what was going through the dragon’s mind. It wasn’t hard to read his mind sometimes, especially when they were this close in these moments. The brunette quirked an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile tracing his lips. He wrapped an arm around Shiro’s shoulders, the other slipping around his waist to hold him in place, hugging the pale body close to his own. With his grin stretching his lips, he nuzzled against Shiro’s temple.
   “Don’t worry about it,” Green sighed into his ear, placing a quick kiss on his jaw seconds later.
   Shiro reveled in the comforting embrance for a few seconds longer. Then, adjusting his support arm, he shifted, leaning back enough to look at Green. Blue eyes glowed in the dim light of the room as they traced the calm features before him. Green was usually so confident and cocky and /hidden/, but there were times where he opened up, and showed just how much of a worrywart and caring person he was. Those were Shiro’s favorite times.
   Reshiram slowly grinned back, but it was still weak compared to a usual happy smile. His shoulders flexed as he swooped down slightly, lips pressed against the burn once more. He sighed against the skin, eyes fluttering shut momentarily only to open at match Green’s gaze directly. Long white locks slipped from his shoulders, forming a curtain to surround their faces.
   They stayed that way for a long minute, simply watching each other and enjoying the embrace. Then Shiro rose a free hand to cup Green’s jaw, stealing a kiss.
   “I’m sorry,” the dragon murmured against his lips, but he was cut off when Green buried a hand in his hair and tugged him down for another kiss.

You've heard of the 25 days of Christmas,

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:24:48 -0500

celestialcow:

celestialcow:

Well we (Nili, Mac, me) decided to do 25 days of fics.

Everyone is welcome to join in. Any fandom, any pairing, any genre of fic, as long as it’s holiday themed. Should be no more than 1000 words.

If you do one, be sure to tag it “25 days of fic”

prompts:

Mistletoe

Hot Chocolate

Snow

Candy Canes

Christmas Tree

Angel

Pie

Tinsel

Ice skating

Frost

Eggnog

Cider

Peppermint

Gingerbread

Presents

Fireplace

Stockings/socks

Cookies (milk)

Santa

Sled

Snowman

Jingle Bells/Sleigh Bells

Carols

Chestnuts

Christmas Music/Movies

Rebloging becayse tomorrow is December and I hope you’re all ready for this.

=D

I really want to write some SolFef or something. Anyone want to send me some prompts? I’d love...

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 23:07:00 -0400

I really want to write some SolFef or something. Anyone want to send me some prompts? I’d love you. Please. Brain dead is not fun. :<

I may not get to them tonight, but I will do my damn best to write them as soon as possible~

the way you don't exist.

Thu, 26 Jan 2012 13:47:00 -0500

I saw you outside,

fading as I held your hand,

timidly,

as though afraid.

it was almost polite,

pretending we could not hear the countdown.

the comfortable distance had been broken.

“tomorrow,” I said.

“you should go home,” you said.

I didn’t want to say

that [it] wasn’t important.

that I could hear every breath you took.

I wanted to decipher the correct answer to the mystery.

I pulled you into that dying room

to strike away the dusk.

now I sit,

unfamiliar,

nervously,

eyes on the clock.

I am to forget that you exist.

I will focus on the elimination

or fight my way up,

not thinking of the tears.

“time will run out.”

remind me.

I have you.

the ticking grows.

watching the sun rise

for the last time.

( A “blackout” poem we wrote in Creative Writing. It’s an interesting concept. The poem doesn’t make much sense in some parts, but I like it. It’s a whole story in my head. <3 )

beast.

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 16:54:05 -0400

It’s a burning desire, a nagging demon in my head that claws its way through important tasks to be the first known. All the plans for school work, the ideals of the future, the long list of tasks for the day, thrown aside in a brutal rush. It is a greedy being, always wanting to be first and thinking itself above all others. And its jealousy is un-abounding when it is ignored; it bears it fangs and stretches its claws, tearing away at its enemies until it is the only one left standing. It is temperamental, almost bipolar or twofaced. If not angry or roaring, it is docile and lurking in the darkness, hiding away. It is when I need it most that it runs, that it is nowhere to be found and leaves me on my own.

It is my muse, my beastly fantasies fighting to break free, to be poured onto blank slates and make their mark in my life. It is the monster of creativity. It is the congregation of my ideas, of unwritten stories and plots that threaten to tear me apart. And it never sleeps.

something I wrote in Creative Writing. I really enjoyed it. >3<