AmaranthBlacktree

Dreams spiraling and twisting, manifesting on themselves as they toss and turn they beckon to me. Daring me to follow them in their dark and glorious footsteps. I try to turn away but the calls of the thoughts are a Sirens Song, and I slowly find myself stepping in the blood puddles of various misdeeds. I strain against the bonds that have shackled my body, I call to her and she hears me but can not follow. I cry to think that this way of darkness is mine to trail alone. Shadows, dancing and writhing in my mind, they snicker in the corners and taunt me as I walk along these dusty halls. They flicker in and out of picture frames, toying with r

The Results of Boredom A fic a friend made between my OC and Axel inspired this one. Axel lay on his bed, eyes boring holes in his wall as his thoughts wandered. It had been quiet in the castle lately, which translated to him causing general mayhem and destruction out of sheer boredom. Mostly he’d occupied his time by trying to see under Xigbar’s eye patch (just a hint, he’ll shoot you if you take it and run), and poking Xaldin in the butt with one of his own lances. When that got boring, (aka, got too dangerous to continue), he’d started picking at Demyx until the boy ended up chasing him with his sitar (not realizi

Dreams spiraling and twisting, manifesting on themselves as they toss and turn they beckon to me. Daring me to follow them in their dark and glorious footsteps. I try to turn away but the calls of the thoughts are a Sirens Song, and I slowly find myself stepping in the blood puddles of various misdeeds. I strain against the bonds that have shackled my body, I call to her and she hears me but can not follow. I cry to think that this way of darkness is mine to trail alone. Shadows, dancing and writhing in my mind, they snicker in the corners and taunt me as I walk along these dusty halls. They flicker in and out of picture frames, toying with r