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Seril and Jellal. RP into a story ( Updated )The streets were dark and misty. Not many people walked the streets and not many cars drive on the road. The street lamps were dim yellow lights. Brightening up the side walk along the edge of the road. Along walked a young women. 18 years of age, she was slim and curved. Her body would be in many a man's pleasurable dreams. Wide hips, pale skin, a large bust and long legs. Her face changed her look though, her eyes were black as the starless night sky and innocent, she smiled slightly as she walked in the darkness between each street lamp. Her arms behind her back as she scanned the area cheerfully looking for someone. She was dressed in a black trench coat, a grey shirt underneath and darker grey pants, with black boots. Her hair was long, dropping down to just bellow her waist. And was tied by a black hair ribbon in a small tail at the end. It was as black as her eyes, strait and smooth. Her boots marketing faint sounds as the rubber connected with the concrete. Her name was Seril D
How Ghost and Saria died. And the birth of ColeThe land was dark, smoke filled the air and Ghost's lungs. He held his love in his arms Saria carrying their child. Saria had started contractions and the babey was due any minuet. Ghost found a large shard of metal from one of the angel war machines. And explosion went off far behind them making Saria cringe then cry from pain. Ghost quickly took Saria to the cover of the metal and lay her down. Using some magic to creat a soft area where she lay. Saria was breathing heavily and sweating. She had a big cut down the side of her head. Ghost was missing a large chunk out of his side. The cries and expositions of war were rapidly sounding in the distance. Ghost took off Sarai's pants and held her hand tightly. " I am sorry Saria. Please forgive me"
Saria chuckled a bit straining through the pain. " it's not your fault love. Please, just make sure our child is born. *after many screams and cries the sound of a baby crying could be herd. Saria Burt's into tears of Joy as Ghost handed it to
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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