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The first thing she noticed was his warm breath on her neck. Then came the yelling. “Sapphire!” “HUNHZZAT?!” Sapphire lashed out as she jerked out of sleep, rolling onto her toes and ready to attack. “Ouch! You didn’t have to hit me.” Sapphire slowly blinked, sliding onto her knees as the burst of adrenaline left her. “…Ruby?” She tried to scowl, but was too tired to manage. Instead she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders. “…what time’s it? And what’n the heck are ya doing in my room?” The boy readjusted his glasse

"Get out," Sapphire said bluntly, turning away from Ruby with her arms crossed. "Sapphire, I said I was sorry!" he protested. She turned back towards him, and he flinched at the fury in her eyes. "Maybe ya didn't hear me right," the girl snapped. "Is your hat covering yer ears or something? 'cause most'a the time, when someone tells ya 'get out', they mean LEAVE." The two stared each other down for a few moments before Ruby sighed. "Come on, Sapph, I-" "GET YER SORRY ASS OUT OF MY BASE!" Sapphire screamed. She may as well have slapped him. Ruby opened his mouth, then shut it. A look of defeat entered his ruby eyes, and he left th

You were sitting at the baby grand piano, softly playing the ivory keys. Your fingers elegantly slid over the white keys playing a familiar tune. Roderich Edlerstein had been teaching you the song, which your dear friend Alfred kept close to his heart. It was late afternoon, and you were practicing the eight minute song to get it just right. You had been waiting for Alfred to finish up his Allied conference at Arthur's house. Arthur would invite you to the conferences in hopes of joining the alliance, but you had no business being in any alliances. At the current moment Alfred was your only way home, since your car broke down a couple days

You stared down at the bubbling pot before you, a large smile spreading across your face. The pleasant smell of cooking food spread throughout your kitchen, thrilling your nostrils with each breath. This is going to be good. You grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir the thick liquid. Your stomach was already growing impatient, and its loud grumbling was getting on your nerves. Maybe a quick sip of this soup couldn’t hurt? You lifted the spoon and neared it towards your lips, watching the steam that twirled from it. “Mm!” you hummed as the thick, hot soup travelled down your throat. You placed the spoon back into the bub

    When he brushes his fingers over her skin just barely, goose bumps pop up and she shivers in delight. When he hugs her tightly and gives her feathery kisses, her skin prickles with goose bumps once more. When he blows on the back of her neck, she'll shiver, and goose bumps race over her (s/c) skin. She loves it.    When she brushes her fingers over his skin just barely, he'll purr and grin wickedly. When she hugs him tightly and gives him feathery kisses, a purr rumbles in his chest once more. When she blows on the back of his neck, he'll grin, and release a deep purr. He loves it.    "Gil, how come you never get goose bumps?" The (h/c)

“Brother, why don’t you let her go?” Yekaterina asked, her large, innocent eyes the size of the moon. Ivan or, Mr. Braginski, didn’t answer, looking at the laptop, staring at Alfred’s picture. It was as if he tuning her soft voice out, dragging her words into another direction. “Is it because of her?” She continued while her hands went up to her chest as her fingers intertwined with each other. Ivan’s face turned beat red, not with blush, but with contempt. “I told you many of times not to bring her into anything! Yekaterina, you better get away from me now!” He cried, throwing his

After being contained from that point onward, you were not able to go outside again yesterday. Not like it mattered. This morning is just as beautiful. Sure, it's a little chilly, and the sun hasn't risen to cast warmth upon the dew-covered ground, but at least you are outside. You tuck the blanket under one arm, more effectively wrapping it around yourself as you make a trail of bright green through the dull teal grass, the water leaving the blades and collecting on your bare feet. You've decided to stray a bit farther today, to perhaps prolong the amount of time you are able to spend out here without a servant finding you. Your eyes travel

You stir slowly, the bright lights shining down upon your closed eyelids. Strange, yet familiar scents surround you. Scents of maple and coffee, of an ocean breeze, of winter air, of old wood and parchment, of pine and freshly fallen snow. A silence rings in your ears, a peaceful silence that calms you, bringing back empty memories of dreams that you never had. A cool summer's night laying in the grass on a blanket, staring up at stars above, laughing and clinging to a nameless warmth. A cold night before a fireplace, leaning against warmth and covered with kisses and a handmade quilt. A string of whispered words at twilight, passionate love

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur