








AzraelAzrael, der Todesengel
Dort steht er,
auf der Brüstung
Mit seinen Schwingen aus schwarzen Rabenfedern
Und seinen Klauenhänden
Noch rührt er sich nicht.
Azrael, der Würgeengel
Dort thront er,
auf dem Sockel
Er ist allein und voller Schwärze
Niemand da, der ihn liebt
Er verbreitet Angst und Schrecken.
Azrael, der schwarze Engel
Dort fliegt er,
in die tiefe Nacht
Er ist nicht mehr alleine
Er hat dich geholt
Doch ist er immer noch voller Trauer
Weil auch du ihn nicht liebst.

The Marshmallows are goneThe marshmallows are gone
Kikyou x Byakuran
The tall turquoise haired Millefiore officer was almost walking by the center kitchen of the base when he saw a familiar person rummaging through the cupboards. He leaned in the frame of the kitchen door and watched the scenery with growing amusement. The younger one rushed through the kitchen, opening cupboard doors randomly, even crawling on the ground to look in the most distant corner of the cabinet. As he climbed on the counter to examine the remaining cupboards, the older one spoke up.
"Hahan, are you looking for something important, Byakuran-sama?"
Startled, the white haired turned around

HOT - Hair washHair wash
The two mages left the camp at sunrise again. They took a day off, so they were the only team which left today. As soon as they were out of sight, Katsu interlinked their fingers. Reaching the stream, they both got in it, walking its course up. After a while, the older one stopped walking, looking around.
"Hey love, would you mind if we take a break for a while?"He held his hand above his eyes to protect them for the sun.
"But we just started walking. Why would you want to stop?" Ael looked into his eyes, his brows furrowed interrogatory.
"I haven't had the time to take care of my body and hair both needs to be wash

Everything's greenWith kind of unhappy look the tall black haired man regarded himself in the mirror.
“Do you really think it’s necessary that I have some green streaks?”
The other man with shoulder-length brown hair simply nodded because he was still tooth brushing.
“Geez, Brian. I’m not even half way Irish. I’m Japanese. Why do I have to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day?”
The addressed man put one finger up to signal the other one to wait just a second. He entered the bathroom cleared his throat and entered the bedroom again.
“That’s easy! You told me that you’ll be in Chicago for working and
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Es ist toll, so was über sich selbst zu lesen xD
Danke! Du hast mir damit echt den Tag versüßt
Du warst von Anfang an eingeplant für die Features aber nachdem ich leider nicht mehr als 3 deviants machen kann (will), hats bis zu Vol. 3 gedauert ^^
Ich bin total glücklich *_*
It's so nice to you!
Professionnal? Haha, I don't think, but it's really nice to say that. I'm honored! ~
But you're three times better than me! xD
You're my master. I'm Fi. There is 100% probability you're better than me.
(By the way : I finished SS yesterday! The end is so sad! ;w
oh oh, I still haven't finished it >.< I'm in front of the final boss (or well in front of Ghirahim) but I still haven't continued. >__>
Analysis completed.
Ghirahim is just... CREEPY. xD