marlyy-loves-demy

"Babe," Draco whispered softly, a hand running through the hair of his lover, his husband, his everything, who lay in bed next to him. "Harry. Harry Potter-Malfoy, babe, wake up." He urged the man. Afore-mentioned Harry was shaking like a leaf caught in a hurricane, and Draco had been taught to recognize the Dark magic at work on his partner. The war had been long over, but the Dark would always taint a part of Harry, as it did Draco. Draco still had reoccuring nightmares of the day he was taken to Voldemort to take the Dark Mark, and the fury in his abusive father's face when he refused and Apparated out of there. He had run to the first pe

Love is the slowest form of suicide, and often the most painful... There was no reason for me to be attracted to him. People always used to tell me 'love has no boundaries', but I thought they were wrong. Didn't you have to set some sort of boundary? On anything. Meetings, kissing, whatever. It wasn't like that with Demyx. I guess I loved him. No. I knew I loved Demyx. I loved gardening, I gave every inch of effort to that little patch of plants. But Demyx got my whole heart, my soul, my body. I was willing to give him everything. How did it all start? I don't remember. My head hurts. I'm fading. It hurts to die, no matter what people te

 c u c u m i s   s a t i v u s; a short story         People have always told me the world begins as a singular circle, never starting and never ending. For me, there was a definite similarity in the beginning, and the ending; but they were there, distinct and different. I knew when my story started. I was seventeen, basking in the glory of a midsummer's day as the warm sunlight teased my freckled cheeks. It was a gorgeous day, one of those days you say to yourself, 'must this day every end?'         My hands, rough and baked by the rays that bla

somehow we managed our thoughts as we drifted through outer space dancing through meteor showers of doubt, distracted by far away astronauts who waved to us from our window. the stars that collided with our unstoppable force burst into pieces by our heads like fireworks on the fourth of july that never moved, suspended in air like those dreams hanging and never being pulled down and eventually disintegrating in the back of milky-way minds and dying planet hearts

 There are always the question adults don’t want to answer. Mama was always real patient with me. I would sit across from the table with her, and quietly I would sign to her. When I was little, the questions Mama and Gram wouldn’t answer were the one’s like ‘Mama, why do they look so funny at me?’.  Sometimes, Mama would say something I knew wasn’t the answer, something that went along the lines of ‘Well baby, they’re just jealous of my gorgeous little boy’. I guess as you get older, the questions you ask get harder and harder for a parent to answer. I remember being a freak, but I al

No one ever listened to Demyx. They figured that he had nothing good to say, so the young male instead just rambled on to everyone, hoping one day he would find a listener. And normally he didn't, until now. ~ I guess I've always been one of those people that others don't like. I just don't appear like I should. The pink hair throws people off, the deep voice. People just tend to blow me off, and I'm one of the lower-ranked members as well. Hell, even Axel, the pyro, is ranked higher than me. The Graceful Assassin.. whatever. I never felt graceful. I may have acted like an asshole to people sometimes, but there was some part of me that wasn