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Stronger Than Pride: Chapter 1 Missions were a part of life.Stronger Than Pride: Chapter 1 by ~Euriella
They more or less ran the Black Order. You were given a job and you were expected to do it as quickly and quietly as possible. Us exorcists were the ones who were supposed to save the world and keep it rid of evil… or something like that. It's all pretty complicated once you join us and figure out what it's all really about. It becomes more than "just a job;" more than just "saving the world."
It was my job, my duty as an exorcist to complete these missions, and it was better to do it with a smile. Nothing was ever easy, but with a Master like mine your choices were pretty limited. So I did, and I'll admit tha
CuriositySometimes I look at you and wonder.Curiosity by ~Euriella
I see you walking by or I'll come over and say hello. I stare politely as you speak, noting the way you react when or don't react to your own words or my responses.
My eyes roam your face; endless amounts of smooth, soft skin, to your long hair that shines bright and vibrantly against your skin.
Your voice soon starts to fade as I think about running a finger down your cheek, and further down your neck, through your hair— wanting to know what it feels like. Perhaps it's crazy for me to want to touch you and feel you; to want to lie with you and listen to the way your heart murmurs softly to the tune of y
ConfessionIt's been locked up in my mind for some time now. Over and over again has it turned in my mind, torturing me with possibilities. Over and over again have I thought about what to say and how to say it, but I've stuck to cowering behind my emotions because I'm simply that afraid. It seems like I'm hiding it from you, like it's a secret and I've got no intentions of telling. But I'm not trying to hide, not trying to deceive you. This mask that cloaks me is not meant for you.Confession by ~Euriella
Every day I hide behind my shadow, deterred one way or another by something. In everything I do, and everything I say, it always lacks truth because I'm simply putting on a
Running in Place: PrologueSilence surrounded us as I stood before the front door. Last night taught us both a lesson I was sure we wouldn't forget for a long while. I expected Patrick to make some noise, but relieved when not a sound left his mouth. It was easier for the both of us to get started if there was total silence. Mom and dad were in the room closest to us and they could wake at any time now, and then we would never get out of here. I rocked the baby in my arms until he began to drift off to sleep, smoothing the tiny bit of hair on his head. He would probably need as much as he could get, because after tonight, I wasn't sure if he'd be so lucky.Running in Place: Prologue by ~Euriella
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