RikuLover1617

"Matthew, you need to stop. This is a bad habit. You're going to end up hurting your body if you continue it." You frowned, taking his jar away. The quiet Canadian looked up at you with a small frown. "___... It's not a bad habit. I've always done it." He stood up, surpassing your height and reached out to grab his possession. You held out the maple syrup jar and did your best to push away the country and his grip. "Yeah, I know. But you've had three jars of this stuff, again. That can't be healthy with all those sweeteners in there." You slipped away from him and quickly ran into the kitchen. "_-___!" He chased after you as you began to t

   Drip, drop, drip...   Rain fell softly as I walked my way through these mean streets. People walk past me, purposely crossing the street to avoid me. You'd think I'd be offended, but I've gotten used to it. Mothers snatching their children up, men yelling for me to get lost, having to constantly run for my life; it's not the best, but it's my life. I've known for the last two years the sad truth of my existence. I am an outcast; I am a monster; I...am a wolf.    But sometimes, when a sweet child mistakes me for a dog and happily pets me right before their parents rip them away from my clutches, I wish I was a dog. Hell, I even wish I wa

Vergil wasn't the talkative kind of partner. He wasn't the one to word out his feelings for you on a regular basis. He wasn't the guy to publicly display a hint that he cared for you in a loving way. Only someone who took a very close look on the two of you was able to notice that Vergil was a man of the small gestures: The way his hand rested on the small of your back when the two of you walked through crowded places. Keeping you close to him so no big bloke could hurt you by running into you. His cerulean eyes carefully watching you when you danced, the hint of an amused chuckle never daring to come out loudly. One could see that deep