One NightShe was beautiful to me from the first moment that I laid eyes on her.A cliché thing to say
No, she was not like an angel out of the sky, descending upon my tender soul upon wings of divine grace, nor was she anyone that I might have imagined in even my wildest, fleeting dreams.No, she was not a siren waiting for me to lead her by the hand into a darkened world of sin and temptation. I don't think she was looking for that, and frankly neither was I.None of these things, no, but so beautiful. It was her smile, the way that she carried herself, that confidence that said that she was proud and happy of herself and that was what mattered to her.I felt overjoyed
this woman, who in such a human world, could find even the smallest hint of joy to light her face.I felt relieved
What could I, flawed and mortal, hope to give one such as her that stood so high and yet in physicality I could look down upon? A home, a family, a riddled sense of
Father and Daughter"I amos' gots it, Daddy! Amos'
" I looked over to the little girl whose hands were plastered to the wall, face moving back and forth as her eyes followed the faerie that darted across the walls. It lingered about two inches out of her reach, but it did not deter her from wanting to catch it. I knew that if she could, she could stay in that spot all day, waiting for it to move just a fraction before flinching to the catch again. I knew because she had too much of me in her."C'mon, Artie," I said, laughing a quiet chuckle. "You got it, baby girl."As if my words were the trigger, she leapt in the air as high as any four-year-old could jump, trying to bridge the remaining two inches to her prize. And as faeries do, it slipped away from her fingers. She had jumped maybe a solid three inches in that determined desire and that damned faerie had moved itself beyond once again. I say damned because that might be what Artie might say if she was my age and attempting the same feat. At four
Two MindsHe looked at her from behind earnest eyes and asked her why.He could hear his twin imploring his forgiveness, but he tuned her out: it was just him and her there, and the only word that he heard from his lips and wanted to hear in his mind was why.They were not the best of friends but they had bonded quickly over events that only they found significant, as friendships are. Their love was not the strongest love but it was a love formed by their strengths and differences, as love is. They were not the best or the worst of people but they were better than some and worse than others, as humans are.One of her worst qualities was her inability to tell him the whole truth and one of his worst was his inability to see the truth, despite the simplicity of it all. Their subjectivity made the truth more complicated than it should have been.One of their best qualities was their overwhelming empathetic nature. It brought unto them a great maturity, more so than many of their age, however despit
The Best Laid Plans-X/1999 MOVIE SPOILER WARNINGAt the top of Tokyo Tower, a soft wind blew amid the hard chaos of destiny that had just taken place. She had struck without warning, as she always had a tendency to do, laying a disappearing waste to the city that surrounded the tower, a waste that had taken too many good lives in her wandering aims. She was an odd deity, cruel only because that was life and she needed to live. She never asked to destroy on the lives of those beneath her, only intruded like a parasite, worming her way into the blood and causing those infected by her to do anything to be free of her grip. And now she looked out at the top of Tokyo Tower, to the bent man kneeling among rubble that was no longer there and broken weapons, cradling the severed head of his best friend, and, as things went, she didn't give a damn. Her whims had been sated and that was all that mattered.The bent man, Kamui, hated destiny for all that she had done to him and to those that he loved. She had mercil