spiritusraptor

Gaara stared at your figure, admiring every single detail about you with his jade eyes filled with awe. Your beauty had come to his full attention as you stared out the window where the sun accentuated your face. To him, you were...a goddess, something that he didn't want to just because he was afraid that he'd stain you with his very own two hands. You were everything to him, and he had just come to realization that you were something he would protect with his very life. "Gaara?" You graced him with your sweet voice, a voice that he was so glad to hear first thing in the morning. "What are you staring at?" "You," he breathed. Hopefully tha

   "Aren't you afraid of me?" You turned to face the young Gaara, a smile evident on your face as you noticed the faint blush of pink that dusted his cheeks as you clung onto his arm. Cheek rubbing against his arm as you giggled.    "Why should I be? I don't see you as the demon they sealed within you. I find it stupid...how people judge you just because of that thing inside you...You're actually a big softie deep inside! I'm glad I met you when I got lost in that forest!" The next moment was dipped in silence, as if the both of you were unsure of what to say.    "T-Thank you...for being my friend..." You laughed lightly as you heard him

     "I'm sorry." He exhaled with laced emotions - somewhere between shame, self-pity, and perhaps even remorse.     "I know it's selfish. I'm selfish. It's detestable in any way possible and I'm sorry." Kaneki breathed every word sharply like each one was a blade piercing away at his own heart, and he spoke ever so quickly as though he were trying to escape himself with his own words.     He had looked at you, a face full of no emotions. And though his face seemed blank, his feelings said otherwise. Kaneki buried his face in his hands, and in the semi-darkness, the only visible parts of his face was his red

[Name] stood guard as she watched her three year old daughter playing in the grass, ripping up handfuls of it before tossing it in the wind. Her arms were being weighed down by the small one month old boy that was in her arms; he was well worth it to her. “Mommy, look!” her daughter called out. Smiling, [Name] walked over to her daughter to see what the toddler was trying to show her. “What’s that?” she asked as she crouched down, holding her son gently in her arms “It’s a bug!” the girl said happily, shoving her tiny hand in her mother’s face and opening her fingers to reveal the black

        “Step one completed, now moving on to phase two.” Wearing your darkest clothes, stepping lightly and keeping your breath as even as possible, you snuck into the dark, seemingly empty home. As you silently tiptoed through the house, a familiar sound caught your attention. Carefully creeping towards the sound, you perked up your ears and listened closer. The familiar sound turned out to be steamy, running water, and it was coming from the bathroom. This discovery could mean only one thing, he was here. Not expecting this at all, you quickly scurried  out of the dimly lit bedroom and closed the door behind you. Though it woul