Cookie Jars
It was something that always really had bugged him about the Millennium Earl...It was something he'd been dying to ask. Well, considering he was already technically dead he wasn't going to die if he didn't ask. It was something that he wanted to know really really badly, however. Idly playing with Rhode's hair, he peered down at the female. "Hey, Rhode?"
"Yes, Neah?" The female asked from his position stretched out across his lap in her room, poking one of her voodoo dolls with a needle.
~Meanwhile, somewhere Yu Kanda screeched in anger and grabbed at his behind as if somebody had bitten it and whirled on the nearest perso
Allen Walker, the silver haired, 15 year old exorcist of the Black Order, stood impatiently under a street light on one of the many street corners of London. The light seemed to make a halo around Allen's smooth pale hair, something that he himself knew the person, the love of his life, he was waiting for would run his hands through. His exorcist uniform flattering his shape, and size. The combination of these things seemed to make Allen glow with a beauty only one person would appreciate fully.
He could imagine it now. The love between them, seemingly solid as they gazed at each other... The tension as they came closer together... The feel
Night before Christmas sort of by Neartastic, literature
Literature
Night before Christmas sort of
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the mansion
The Earl was stirring and throwing a tantrum.
The Clan was sitting by the table waiting for their feast
But old Milleny was growling like a beast.
When young Road piped up You're angry. What's the cause?
The old creature bellowed It's that fool Santa Clause!
There were collective gasps about the room,
And though the voices clamored and made a boom
What do you have against that big red guy?
Was one loud cry.
Why it was Road looking all red with flush.
The Earl turned on her with a rush
He is too Jolly and must be killed.